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the wreckage of her beauty

❝She's literally the most ugliest girl in the world, especially with that scar. Apparently she fell in the tub. Loser.❞

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AS SHE STARED at the jagged scar that ran from the corner of her eye to the edge of her bottom lip her shoulders sagged. The skin around it was a deep tinted red. There was puffiness. Blotched stains of yellow and brown. It was a reminder of what her drunk mother had done to her nights before with a framed picture of her deadbeat father.

"I fell in the bathtub and skinned the side of my face on the shower knob," she had told her guidance counselor.

Her English teacher was suspicious of the scar and suggested a meeting with the counselor and her mother.

"My poor baby was bleeding heavily. I got her to the hospital as quick as I could," her mother added, cooing.

A good actress she was. She was sent back to class immediately and her mother was given an apology for the inconvenience.

Though, instead of going to class, she now sat alone in the bathroom stall, observing herself through her miniature, yet cracked travel mirror. She wanted to get away from the whispers of her piers. Look at her face, it's uglier than before. Funny, because she already knew that.

Her features were overly large. Her eyes to plain. Her nose too flat. Her freckles too dark. Her lips too big. Her eyebrows too bushy. Her acne too disgusting. Her scar too ugly.

Smash. The mirror was thrown to the floor, and the tears began to fall. She was her mother's punching bag just as much as she was the school's.