"How Could you? How Could You? How Could You Love Me?" "When All You Ever Gave Me Were Open Wounds?"
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Samantha Wright. Call me Sam.
"My name is Samantha Wright. I'm eighteen years old, and live in Omaha, Nebraska; and I'm a pyrotechnic. I love fire. Fire is my passion. And I have a problem with fire." Sam said, nodding. She showed the burns on her wrists, and arms. "I burn myself, because it heals my pain." She said, looking around the small counselor's office. The short brown haired woman behind the desk stared at her. Sam felt like she was in a fantasy land, where no one was real. Her heart raced; her mind spun, and all of a sudden, the world went dark.
