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[06 Oct 2006|10:29pm] |
From Draven:
"If it wasn't for her love of cake & bunny tracks, she would not be here. These are some facts. I don't want to get into vivid details just yet, I myself am still reeling over these past few days. We feel awful for not catching it quickly, she hid all this from us. We had to put the pieces together because we're unable to ask her anything. She's not awake to answer.
Monday afternoon & night--puked until she bled, cried, and couldn't take anymore pain so she takes 1 whole bottle of sleeping pills and 1 bottle full of tylenol PM, some pain pills (we don't know how much) and drank rum straight. She makes herself bleed (if you know her, you can guess how), she bled for I don't know HOW long, but it was enough to change her color from pale to extremely white. Trent goes in to ask if she wants cake & ice cream. He finds her in the corner. PANIC. 911. Ambulance came. We were too late and it was hard to get all of the drugs out of her system. Doctors are running tests and trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with her in the first place. She hasn't woke up since. She's in hell and needs every single good thought you could possibly muster up. Send her good vibes. Pray, meditate, do whatever you do to help someone get out of the woods.
I'll try to keep you updated as much as I can. Keep her in your hearts."
I LOVE YOU VALENTINE. ♥
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