"I am beautiful, always and forever." I said to myself as I looked in the mirror. This was pointless.
"Good now just say it everyday until you believe it" He spoke, looking at me through the mirror.
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It's been about a month. A fucking month since everything happened. I feel so weak now. I can't even look at myself without thinking of my mother beating my ass.
I hated feeling like this.
As for my job, I got fired from that. They said I missed too many days, plus I didn't have a valid excuse as to why I wasn't showing up to work.
Just great. I was back at square one. With no money.
As for school, I asked my teachers if I could do the work at home, and they agreed. I would just have to show up at least 3 days out of the week for the rest of the school year. I was happy because I didn't think they would agree to that but they did.
I will admit it was hard, walking around with a limp because I couldn't walk right, if I did my ribs would hurt so bad. So I limped, slightly.
Gabriel let me stay at his house for as long as I want. I wanted to argue with him, but I needed a place to sleep. I knew after while he wouldn't want me here.
Just like with my mother.
I shook those thoughts from my head. Not everyone was like that.
How would you know? You don't even know what people are like.
It was always doubt in the back of my mind. With every decision I made, I was questioning myself. It was another bad habit I unfortunately had.
For the past month, I've been depressed. I don't know what's happening with me. Nothing makes me happy anymore.
Gabriel has tried to make me feel better by taking me out, and for that I was very thankful. But I feel like I'm dragging him down. I try not to feel like that, but I can't help it.
All I do is lay down and go to sleep. I barely eat, I know I've been getting slimmer. I don't know, I don't really look at my body anymore.
"Nadine!" Gabriel came busting through my room. I didn't get scared like I usually do, I just looked at him.
"Get up. We're going out, I'm sick of this depressed girl living with me. It's been about a month since every happened and I know you need time to heal, but I'm trying to help." Then he left. He didn't give me time to reply.
I stood up slowly from the bed and went to pick out what I wanted to wear. I picked out, a casual outfit.
It was just a pair of blue pants with a black shirt and my Jordan 9's. I took a shower and washed my face. I had already brushed my teeth when I first woke up.
I looked in the mirror for the first time since Gabriel showed me what I looked like. My face was clear now, just a little scratch near my eye, but it didn't really bother me.
