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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.

I had known Ella since the first day of school so I would say I knew her well.

Not completely but the things I could hear her say or do made me know her in a certain way.

No matter how much they tried to hide their character or who they are you would know based on how they reacted to some things.

There were some things that you could not hide from someone keen enough. She did not know me at all but I knew her pretty well I knew exactly her every reaction to something.

Girls from broken homes always picked the wrong guys. I wondered why their character judgment skills were so bad.

I often wondered what she saw in Enzo I mean besides being hot. So won't say that I was hating on them and wanted Enzo to myself. The truth of the matter was that guys had never interested me. I hated men and if someone dared ask the reason I had a thousand to point out.

HURT