Chapter 3: Failure

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<Faith POV>

As soon as I got home I switched on the lights and moved the furniture so I can have some space. I then went to my room to grab my big mirror and dragged it across the floor to the living room. I placed it at the edge so I can see my own reflection.

I stared back at my worthless self wondering why am I even bothering. I push all my thought to the side as I tie my hair back up and take off my mask. I then turn the music in my earphones on and place them in my ears. I then began to dance to the same routine I've been practicing for about a month. I have an upcoming competition but I can't seem to get the steps perfect and so I end up doing this every night.

I slowly breath in and out as I extend my arms to the right placement making sure not to mess anything up. I then lifted my leg and accidentally kicked a vase to the side.

Cursing I quickly turned my off my music and took out my earphones, rapidly walking to the kitchen to grab a dustpan and brush. I then began to clean the mess but accidentally caught my hand on the porcelain. I yelped in pain as I look at the gash on my hand. Blood started sleeping out of my hand as I thought well done you messed up, you never get it right so why don't u just break like that vase.

I began to cry as I started hugging my knees and rocking back and forth. Why can't I ever get anything right!

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