As Eve awakened she felt the sticky consistency on her porcelain skin and in her jet black hair. How long was she out? She wiped up the mess and rushed into the scolding hot shower. The water ran down her bare skin and she screamed, with the feeling of walking on glass.
"New game plan," She whispered to herself " forget."
The thought made her skin crawl. How was she to forget? Did she get a say in all this? She didn't know, and did not want to find out. Eve hopped out of the shower the minute she was clean, with no time to waste. She stared into her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The grey-eyed woman looked at the tainted wrists.
"Was he worth it?" She says with a slight smirk. "To lose yourself? What happened to being independent like your mother had always told you to be?"
Her eyes started to fill with tears. Quickly, She straightened herself up.
"Don't cry." Eve demanded to the woman looking back at her and dressed.
She went back into her room and was hit with an instant flashback. She shook her head, and picked up her phone. 34 messages. None from which, the person she wanted to speak to. She decided to shut her friends out and deal with her troubles herself. She picked up the shattered pieces of what used to be her mirror. Carefully she threw them into a bag, when she came across them. The razors. She slowly reached out for them. She clutched them in her hand.
"Don't you dare.." she began " You're not going to let them win again."
She picked up a large piece of her mirror. She looked into her reflection and saw her demons yelling to her, taunting her. Eve pulled her hair and screamed obscenities to the monsters, and rushed into the bathroom. She slammed the door shut and threw the razors into the toilet.
"Not this time" She smirked as she flushed away her troubles.
The black-haired wonder danced and smiled. And that was when her phone went off. It was him. She ignored it immediately. But the text came. "Please Eve, I need to talk to you." Her heart sank into her stomach as her phone rang again. One ring. She stood up. Two rings. She exited the bathroom and calmly walked to her room. Three rings. She opened the door to her bedroom and tightly closed it. Four rings. She pressed the accept button and placed the phone to her ear.
~End of Chapter 2~

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Teen FictionA story of the tragedies of a girl named Eve. A girl who learns to find herself, despite all the traumas that change who we are.