Kara looked down at the razor. As it slid along her skin she tasted the metal inside her. Instantly she was brought back to the day she could never let go of. Fear circled her as she relived the memories of being inside the clinic and felt the life leave her body. She battled the thoughts as they consumed her. She watched herself travel down the long corridor to one of the rooms. Everything inside was cold and sterile. The room was dark except the glow coming from the overhead light similar to the ones used in a dentist office. The only thing that lay beneath her and the stainless steel table was a thin layer of paper. She had been unable to suppress the sound from the vacuum pump and the whimpers from the other women. Kara fought the urge to cry as the emptiness surged through her. The more cuts she made, the more release she felt. Even if for a brief moment; it felt worth it.
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