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It wasn't even dawn yet and you could already smell the sun starting to come up yet she was already awake running through her house, trying to occupy herself, trying to distract her from the reality that has become her life. The reality that has haunted her for the past few months, the bags under her eyes haven't gone away for weeks, the sleeping pills no longer work. Closing her eyes for more than a few minutes already makes the horrible memories surface. She drinks herself into a comatose state just for 4 hours of sleep every night, 4 hours of sleep haven't been enough for her to function right at her shitty job. She goes to work, she gets home, searches for the bottles before sulking on the alcohol until her body finally gives up and collapses. The days flashed by yet dragged along leaving her with the torturous memories and permanent scars on her once smooth skin. The horrible burn marks that stretch across her thighs and ankles, a daily reminder of how she couldn't save them, a permanent reminder of how her wife and princess died in the horrible house fire while they managed to get her out. They pulled her screaming out of the house, not because her flesh was being burned open no but because of the screams of her little girl and her wife. The screams for her to help them yet she was too late, the fire fighters couldn't do anything, they were too late. She spend many nights after that reliving that night, she could still hear their screams, struggles, their pleads and lastly nothing, they had suffocated and after that burned to ashes, beyond recognition. On their first death anniversary she decided to join them in a special place. She loved them so much she gave up her life to be with them again.