Standing in front of the mirror I took in the reflection. I wasn't sure what I was looking at because surely it wasn't me. What I was looking at was alien. The thing I was looking at, was nothing but bones. It's lips were dry with thirst and it's spine jutted out of its back. Most of all it's eyes looked void, lacking every basic emotion a human should have. It was me.
Sighing, I dried my hair and slipped into a black laced dress. Four minutes until i'd be up on the stage again. Modelling another designed fashion line. People automatically assumed that I was happy doing this, because I'm a well known model, I get paid alot, attend prestigious events and get photographed with celebs.
Many people would kill for my life but they don't know that i'd kill for theirs...
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Masked
General FictionJade Smith better known by her stage name "Winter Whitely" struggles with the pressure of constantly being in the public eye. She battles her addiction with drugs alcohol and tries to combat her mental health. Sometimes a somebody wants to be a nobo...
