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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.

As the cold breeze hit her skin she felt alive again.She took in a deep breath and smiled . She felt like a person who had been finally left free. Like she had been locked. She thought the idea of being in an op n relationship was being the good girl everyone wants. The problem is men do not care they will still hurt the good girls who love them with all they have got.

As they entered the club she could literally feel the adrenaline rush in her body. She wanted to dance and forget everything that troubled her. They found a table and sat as Ella admired the girls that were dancing freely on the dance floor. She wanted to be them so bad but her social anxiety would not let her shine so she had to shut it .

"We need to take shots,I feel like getting completely wasted",shouts Ella over the music.

"Yeah I'll go and bring the shots the waiter has hots on me",says Xander.

DISEASE