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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.

The chapter below contains suicide so if you are not okay with that kind of content please skip it .

I could not sleep for whatever reason it was. My mind just kept racing elsewhere and I wondered what was wrong. So like every other day I got off my bed and headed towards my sister's room. Like every other day it was gravely quiet as I walked and I could hear the floor boards creaking and I hoped my parents did not hear it and come checking up on us.

I knocked on her door but she did not answer. She would be on her door already checking who it was . She never slept so I would not say she was asleep or maybe she was just tired after the shopping spree that we went on . I opened the door slowly so as not to wake her up but her bed was empty.

LIFE