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• I exhaled deeply at the slumped form on the chair next to me as I turned away from the brilliant light that filled my room. Her golden hair was frizzed, wiry, dead, and devoid of the usual luster. I questioned whether she had slept throughout the three weeks because the dark circles around her eyes were just as noticeable as the purple bruises.
• The door creaked open a little, and I croaked sleepily, "Mom?"
• Another blonde lumbered into the room, walking with the gait of a zombie and stumbling with exhausted, lifeless eyes to my bed.