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“WhereAngelsFeartoTread”—BryanAdams

Two months later…

“Jasmine!”

I startled, and my laptop fell to the couch beside me. Blinking rapidly to clear the horrible memories that played through my mind on repeat, I finally focused on my brother. Crouched in front of me, he pleaded with his worry-filled eyes for something I couldn’t grasp.

“I think we need to get you to a therapist,” he softly said.

Panic welled up within until it was nearly choking me. “No!”

“Jazzy, what you went through was—”

“Stop!” I cut him off. The trembling started at my head and worked down my body. It was bad enough that the memories wouldn’t get out of my head. The thought of having to voice what happened to me to a total stranger made nausea churn in my stomach.

Defeat made his shoulders slump, but on that I couldn’t give in. Somehow, I’d find a way to work through it myself.

Or I’d die trying.


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