Broken

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When Amina came home from shopping thoughts are racing through her head. OMG Amina how could you cry in front of him. Your so weak. She ran the stairs. He didn't want to look at me. Amina ran into the bathroom. Why would he want to look at you. She locks bathroom door. Your a mess. Amina starts shower and undresses. Everyone hates you. Amina stated at herself in the mirror. I'm an ugly, pathetic, fat, bastard who nobody wants in their life. Amina reached for the black box sitting on the bench top. She opened the lid and her fingers clutched around the sharpest blade in the box. Then Amina stepped into the shower. She stood there for a moment the blade millimetres away from her skin. Should I? She questioned herself. Of course you should, your a bitch that nobody likes. The blade sliced across her skin so smoothly she didn't feel the pain, till moments later. You deserve this pain. The blood slowly trickled down her wrist. You are unworthy of love.