My chubby hand turns the nozzle to the left, passing "cold," and continues to "off." My legs step out of the shower and make loud thuds as they touch the cold tiled floor. The comforting steamy heat abandons my body and is replaced by suffocating, cold air. I wrap a towel around myself and look into the foggy glass, unable to see a thing but a blurred figure. It's hollow with no distinguishable features. I wipe the cloudy mirror and am greeted by a disgusting monster. Her face is pink and sweaty. She has a thick neck, a round nose, and beady eyes with bags underneath them.
"Fucking pig."
The figure in the mirror doesn't respond and walks away.
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The Blessed Curse
ChickLitDiana is rich, smart, and beautiful. Everyone wants to be her, including Rose. *This story is discontinued for now but not over. I will come back to it once my schoolwork begins to decrease.
