I saw her in the mirror again and I didn't look away not until my mom came upstairs and saw me with blood on my fists. I had to buy a new mirror after I talked to my therapist.
I'm on the sleeping pills again. Don't know how I feel. Don't know. But something, something I can't just point to and press on, hurts. It hurts and it leaves me thinking of about six pairs of eyes. And they all hurt when they blink at me. They all hurt and two pairs have blood pouring and the other has nothing which I can't decide to be worse or better.
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dreamland
Teen Fictionabout a girl trying to move on from the past, only to find that the past can move too. all artwork by namalas.
