she was searching for a blade, searching for a razor, anything.
her body was barely covered in the oversized sweatshirt that sunk right below her hipbones.
they still didn't show.
reaching through the cabinet of the people who helped her the most,
her thoughts were only centered on self-destruction.
self-mutilation.
and when she found a clean hand razor that she could only just barely realize that it was most-likely della's, she'd sat down on the cold tile, her back pressed against the shower glass.
and she reopened all her cuts.
he still controlled her.
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beautiful
Short Storystory #3 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse he thought he could fix her he thought he could make her b e a u t i f u l but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) © 2015 flawed-
