I lie in my bed, holding the picture of my family.
We were at my cousin's birthday party when we took the picture, all of us grinning ridiculously at the camera.
I close my eyes and picture my mom.
Mid length hair, delicate hands, porcelain like lips, almond shape eyes and a heart of an angel.
If I imagine hard enough, I can even smell her shampoo.
Three more years, I think to myself.
I tie my hair up into a bun, and look into the mirror.
The image I see in the mirror disturbs me.
My eyes are red from the phone call. Baby hairs are stuck to my forehead, beaded with sweat. My cheeks are flushed and my lips are chapped. Wrinkles are starting to form above my eyes.
Something snaps inside of me.
I look weak.
Vulnerable.
Disgusting.
Been here two weeks and still no friends.
Well, I need to do something about that.
I crack a smile at my reflection.
And guess what, it smiles back.
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Deep Breaths
Short StoryBree is struggling with her mental health, and to make matters worse, she's away at university. This book considers the various emotions and thoughts of a teenage girl learning to cope with anxiety and depression. *The events in this story are base...
