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I reached for the brown bag that sat at my feet, and lifted it up to my chin. Tears ran down my face, causing my face and eyes to redden. The paper ruffled, covering up the soft sound of my sobs and the trickle of the thick red material hitting the floor. The bag brushed my lips, and the liquid poured into my mouth. I then grabbed at the razor by my feet, and brought it close to my chest. I held the object close, and, without thinking, I pressed it firmly against my lower wrist. I had the feeling, then, that I had been searching for. Between the razor and bag of liquid, I was on the ceiling; watching the girl with black and blonde hair suffer. She slowly dropped the razor, and her eyes rolled back; she had passed out. Her motionless, lifeless, body kicked over the bottle within the brown bag before she disappeared.