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A bath is the most comforting thing I've had in a while. The bubbles providing a cover, but it's time to get out.
I wrap my towel around my fragile body and stared at my reflection, careful to avoid my own gaze. My blonde hair is matted, falling down to my lower back, my skin showing obvious bruising and old scars that shined a porcelain white, my lips are chapped and cut open, and then I begin my routine.
I define my eyebrows, making them appear sharper and darker than usual. I apply brown contacts to cover my emerald eyes and smoke out my eyeshadow, adding a winged eyeliner and some mascara at the end. I take my lip scrub and toothbrush and scrub off the dead skin until they are smooth before applying my blood red lipstick. I look back at the mirror and don't recognize the girl staring back at me.
Good.
I go to my closet grabbing a random sweatshirt and jeans, thankful for the layers.
Now I am ready.
YOU ARE READING
Look At Me
Teen Fiction"You don't destroy people, you don't use them for the sake of your own fun. You don't throw them away after you're done. Because they can come back and hurt you harder than you thought." I glanced over at Grayson, the tears in my eyes becoming appar...
