Intro:
"A little off the sides..." "Maybe some injections here" "Or maybe some lipo would do the trick" Bahja said as she inspected her body in the mirror.
"Uhh" she dramatically sighed. She knew that not even surgery would help. She was fat and worthless.Even her own mother said so.
Looking at her self in the mirror once more,she let a few tears escape from her eyes. There was a point in time where Bahja wasnt so depressed.
When she didnt have a care in the world.When suicide was the last thing on her mind .When she had a purpose for waking up every morning .When those hazel eyes use to sparkle like diamonds. Those were the good times when your social rank or the way you looked didn't define you as a person.
But now those days are now long gone. Everyday is worse than the day before.She has given up on hope.She questions her own existence and wonders why she shouldnt just end it all.Her eyes no longer contain the sparkle and life but depression and pain.If only someone could feel her pain.If only someone could feel sympathy for her.
The only relief she gets is from that shiny metal blade.Whenever she drags the cold blade along her warm skin, she gets a feeling that no other human being could ever give her.Everyday she cuts a little more. Deeper and longer than the day before.
She runs her hand over the rough and bumpy scars her deadly obsession had left her.Realizing what shes done to herself the droplets that had escaped her eyes had now turned into full blown sobs.
Shes convinced that she'"" never be loved by any one ever again....
At least that's what she thinks.....
