Just walk, she thought to herself. The young woman, about 21, walked along the pavement. Her heels click clacked against the cement and it was oddly satisfying. This girl was pretty, her friends had told her so, her parents had told her so, but of course, in her mind, she was telling herself the exact opposite. She tried wearing makeup, but the men's rude remarks kept following her wherever she went. Hey, where'd you get a nose like that? You need to lay off the, let's say, everything. The saddest thing was, she was surprisingly getting used to it. She finally was at her apartment, where she could lock the door, close her eyes, and try to forget, try to forget the words, try to forget the looks, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't help believing it as well. Then she spent her night just like every other night. Eating dinner, and throwing it back up again. Brushing her teeth, then using whitening strips. Then she simply covered her face in acne products, and went to bed. She woke up skipped breakfast, (who needs it anyways?), and walked back down to go to her normal cafe, where she got a salad, obviously. Click clack, click clack, by this point this noise was practically deafening. Hey lady! She heard a deep mans voice say. Just ignore it she said to herself. She checked her watch. 5:00 a.m. Perfect timing. She stepped further in the street. Hey lady! The man screamed louder. But it was far too late. She spun around to see a pair of bright headlights. A screech. A yell. A scream. Then a light. She fell on the concrete, hitting her head. The insults danced the waltz in her head with each other as the moved to the rhythm of the sirens, rushing past her death.
