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I can hear faint siren sounds and someone asking me questions like 'are you okay?', 'what is your name?', 'please stay with me', and some other incoherent words. There's a ringing in my ear and I don't have control of my limbs, my vision is blur and I feel faint... Dark spots cover my vision and I can't keep my eyes open any longer. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Life is crazy you know, sometimes it feels like you're just existing, roaming about lifeless and empty, no hope, no faith, just existing, not living. My life is pretty complex, like everyone I have a past which haunts me till date, I get nightmares and goosebumps just thinking about it. Before I proceed with my story, I think it's only proper I introduce myself. I'm Anastasia Hill, I'm 30 years old, now married to the most perfect man in the world, together we have two adorable kids. I wasn't always happy and cheerful, full of life. I used to b

It's been a month since Crystal passed, today is her burial. Her friends, from school and places she use to hang out, all came to show their last respects before she's lowered 6ft down. I can't help but stare at my mother as she's taking all the attention and dwelling in the pity from those who came to give condolences. My dad is sneaking gulps of alcohol at intervals and I'm sure by the end of today, he won't even be able to walk home. When we get home, everything pretty much goes back to how it has been, mum getting high on narcotics, dad getting high on liquor, nothing new. They didn't even wait for an hour after getting home, just straight into arguments, then straight to drugs and booze, I don't think they even remember they had a daughter called Crystal, I thought her death would keep them sober and make them see how much of their children's lives they are missing out on, but this showed me that they sincerely don't care.