when i look in the shattered mirror i don't even see a person. i see a reflection of a void. black, matted hair curling around my shoulders often wet from tears and sweat. red lipstick smeared across my mouth reminding me of their callous fingers as they dragged them all over me. bruises scattered from my neck to my ankles. my watery eyes, dark shadows underneath and dull of colour. everybody used to love my eyes, compliment them. now they wince when they see me, in disgust. i don't blame them. good thing they don't have to see me much anymore. and the people that do, it's rarely my face they're looking at.
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silent whispers
Mystery / Thrillera girl, client X, is held hostage by a mafia boss and used for money. basically a day-in-the-life of her..... tw this is sad asf
