Imperfections
She stared out from the window wondering if her life would be better off not in this world. She just couldn’t take the agony any more. It was ripping inside of her, tearing her apart, destroying the last piece of sanity she had. She could no longer know what was real and what an illusion was. She looked at her mirror hating every last piece of herself. No matter how my surgeries or diets she went through she always seemed to find an imperfection in herself. People would always look at her strangely and when she would talk to her they would stutter of their face would go red as if they were mad that she was talking to them. She felt suddenly enrage that they judge her just by the way she looked. She looked herself one last time in the mirror, letting out a scream and punched the mirror causing it to shatter into pieces all over. She let out a laugh and said
“They will love me soon”
She grabbed a few pieces of shatter glass and began taking away her single imperfection. She began to trace where she was going to cut. She traced first her stomach where she thought she had too much fatness around her. Then she went up trailing gently everything up to her face. She took every little detail. Blood poured down her body; she smiled content to herself for looking so beautifully as she got up slowly she could feel the whole world spinning in circles. She smirked and got out from her office where the other workers where.
“Hi” She said catching the attention of almost every one
They stared at her with wide eyes and rush to her. Some even hugged her, she smiled happily that people finally were accepting her. She felt warmth surrounding her as she closed her eyes and fell into deep sleep. A year went by and there was a piece of paper flying around the streets. Inside it said about the most beautiful women that suicide herself, and how many of her workers said they missed her brightening up their morning. No one knew what cause her to cut chunks of her body all they knew was she die a painless by the tranquil expression on her face.
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