Breakaway

Insecurity

I looked in the mirror, letting the tears fall. I stooped in my underwear, makeupless, staring down the figure that stood in the reflective surface infront of me.

They're right. Everyone. I'm hideous. 

I prodded at my body, pulling at my sides. A sob escaped my lips, my eyes scanned over the scars that sit upon my pale skin. The deep purple marks reminding me of how pathetic I am.

A burning sensation travelled around my body, my skin itching.

I looked at the metal object that lay on the counter. No. I can't.

I let out a frustrated scream as I knocked the razors off of the surface they were on. I then broke down in sobs.

"Stupid. Stupid." I repeated quitely, pulling on my hair slightly.

This when on for a few minutes before I decided to try to pull myself together.
Maybe Jai can help. I'll talk to him. I thought. I picked the razors up from the floor and shoved them in my makeup nag before putting my close back on and cleaning my face. I applied my makeup, which was concealer, foundation, powder, eyeliner and mascara.

I then headed out of the bathroom, my hands still shaking, my breathing not quite steady, and pulled on my shoes.

As I headed out of my apartment, I texted Jai telling him that I was on my way.

I needed to talk these insecurities out. I needed Jai.