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She sat. Unmoving, as if frozen. She wasn't waiting for anyone or anything. And yet she sat; she sat on the floor, with her knees tucked up, her bare back across the boiling radiator. It was scolding. The heat burnt into her pale skin, dragging an itchy, sharp, throbbing pain over the soft muscles on her back. However, she did not pull away nor flinch. She sat. Still; unmoving; immobile. She could hear the sound of water spashing itself against the walls of the shower, only a room or two away from the one she sat inside of, letting the radiator burn through her skin. She was listening. Not waiting but listening. She listened for the sound of speckled water tumbling out the shower-head to drizzle out to a stop. When it did, she peeled herself away from the radiator, her skin sore and red and hot. She let her legs fall out infront of her, sliding away from her bare torso, as she lifted a delicate hand to her hair, pulling at the hairband which was tangled into her spikey blonde locks. Slowly, after freeing her hair, letting it explode down the back of her neck, she brought herself to a stand, turning herself to her door-sized mirror.
She grimaced, her face scrunching up at the sight of her own body. She wore nothing but a pair of baggy pj shorts and some ankle-high stripey socks. This allowed a clear view of almost every flaw that existed on her body. From the burn marks that mutilated her overly-pale skin to the various clawing scars that seemed to rip over every inch of her once perfect flesh. She was hideous. Horrible. She pittied anyone who was unfortunate enough to lay their eyes on her ruined body. Having enough of letting her eyes linger on her personal free horror show, she moved away from the mirror and, after rocking on her heels for a moment, clambered into her mess of a bed. The blonde pulled heavy duvets over her head, ignoring the sting as fabric nestled itself against her throbbing back. She had easily buried comfortably into the mass of different pillows and stuffed toys and blankets, letting her suddenly droopy eyes fall close. Her limbs gave in and fell exhaustedly against the mattress. Her body started to quiver, trembling subconsciously, as she herself slipped away from it, her mind falling into a cosy unconsciousness, as if she wasn't at all affected by the horrid burning on her back. She was completely avoiding the idea of tomorrow coming.
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