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Tear-stained cheeks, my mascara was now an ugly smudge after being ruined with all the crying I had been doing for the past hour. I could not recognize myself as I looked through the mirror. The more I stared at myself the more the tears. I could hear them in the next room. Their moans enraged me and made me feel like throwing up. I retched but nothing came out. 

Disgust is what I felt.


My life had turned out to be a chaotic mess and I wondered what I had done to deserve all that. I was a good person or so I believed.

I smiled through the pain and thought to myself that everything was going to be okay. I did not believe that myself but I had to tell myself to keep going or I would be stuck in a loop with my past trying to set myself free...

DAWN.

He looked so troubled earlier and I wanted to be there for him . I knew he wouldn't tell me what was wrong and that was fine with me . He could tell me whenever he felt like . As he slept in my bed I realized I didn't know him. I just knew the Enzo he let everyone know ,the tough Enzo. Glancing at his form I wonder what his childhood was like ,did he enjoy it or not? I knew he was on drugs the moment he entered , I lived with people like him and knew how they were. I just hoped he wasn't in too deep not to be able to quit.As I lay on the bed with lack of sleep I started reminiscing all the good moments we had earlier. 


23."Ma fille"