*Trigger Warning*
She looked at herself in the mirror in front of her, picking out each and every flaw. She thought this was her best characteristic, picking the flaws out.
Her shaken gasp came out of her tear-covered face like a cry for help, one she refused to want. She placed her sweaty palms over her mouth to stop the horrific sound, noticing she let herself break.
Her knees gave out. She sat in front of that mirror for hours on end, crying to her hearts content.
She sat in the silence of her mind, her eye tracing the scars all over her body.
The ones she inflicted.
She knew she had to change. She couldn't leave all her friends and family without notice.
The silence was deafening, yet persuading.
She picked up her paintbrush and painted her arms and legs, a blank canvas, with the red of pain,
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One Shots I guess?
RandomJust a bunch of one shots I've come up with over the years. Thought I would share them :)
