CHAPTER 8

  Peach stumbled into her room, the back of her heel struck the wooden door. She bit her lip in response, embracing the pain as it came. Quietly, she offloaded her items at the black and grey chest drawers.

  She sank down on the floor, her eyes wet with tears. Looking at the mirror attached to her dresser, she noted how pathetic she looked. This wasn't Peach, but the broken version of herself. She wiped her hands across her cheeks to stop the tears, but it only worsened her situation.

  ‘Oh, God! Get a grip of yourself, Peach!' She snapped at her reflection.

  It didn't work. Instead, she cried harder. How could she be so pathetic? It wasn't in her nature to be so weak. It's not like it was the first time this was happening. Ok, that's a lie! It's the first time she'd actually gotten a friend in this community and in her whole life. But, that had been taken away from her.