Broken.

Chapter Four.

Gasping for breathe I rested on the steps of my don't porch, the white paint was peeling and there were cigarette butts everywhere. I cannot believe that just happened, he's got a fiance and a baby on the way. Thinking about Beth had me wishing I had her body, she had an hour glass figure while I'm a potato. abruptly I stood up, No one was home today so I had the house to myself. Perfect. walking in the old creaking door I threw my worn orange bag on the cheap beat up chair and ran to the bathroom. I through my hair up in a messy bun, and lifted up the toilet seat. Getting down on my knees I took my rings off my right hand and braced myself.

'do it loser, if your mate doesn't even want you who will? your nothing but a fat piece of shit.' And with those thoughts going through my head I stuck my pointer finger down my throat. Almost instantly I threw up everything I had at the party, I repeated it until all I was doing was dry heaving. I stood up and walked over to the sink and pulled my toothbrush out of the cup, brushing my teeth vigorously I looked in the mirror. I had tears running down my face and snot coming out of my nose, my lip curled up in disgust. bringing my hand back I balled it into a fist and smashed the mirror. The shattering sound was deafening, I watched as as the glass fell into the sink as blood ran down my knuckles. the toothbrush fell out of my mouth and I backed up against the wall, sliding down it until my but hit the floor. Life Sucks.