*Third person*
Warning may be triggering.
The churning in her stomach continued as the hot tears streamed past her eyes all the way down to her neck where she let them sit until her lip quivered so much that they fell to her hands in a puddle,where were all of the people who have forgotten her, who have claimed love for her, yet where were they now?
Her body jerked again and she knew what she had to do. She composed herself and snuck to the bathroom and turned the faucet on and the loud stream echoed the bathroom you couldn't even hear shouting with the cascade of water through the metal tube. She lifted her hair into a delicate bun her hair malnourished and fragile. Her fingers were thin, pale, and scarred from 'paper cuts'
She leaned over to the toilet and allowed her guilty comforts pour out of her in a disgusting, putrid way. She had to get it out. The heavy feeling in her chest from being full weighed on her like a thousand elephants and she needed the relief. Now. She finished and wiped her mouth with her sleeve and rinsed her face.
She looked in the mirror. Who am i? What am i good at? Nothing. Why am i here? Silence echoed her mind. Why am i? It was a daily question she asked herself. After flushing the little contents of her stomach she went back to her room where she locked the door and returned to her desk. After searching through multiple drawers she found them in the small orange bottle. Hydrocodone.
Her lips quivered. I need to get high, she reminded herself, i feel to low.
She allowed the white round pill down her parched throat and she lay waiting for the haze she pleased so much. I can't afford to be seen with more cuts so ill just do what others can't see.
A grin plastered her face. The little voice in her head said, "Yes my darling destroy that disgusting body of yours; the jiggle of your thighs, the fat under your chin, and that horrid squeal of a laugh. It must go" it's screechy voice reminded her. Finally the relief came and she lay there with no one to talk to high with an empty stomach and cuts on her wrist. This is home this my happy place she thought to herself with an evil smile plastered onto her pale face.
