A girl rests weakly against the bowl of the toilet, the cold rim soothing against her cheek. The smell of vomit pervades the air. She needs to be skinnier. She needs to be perfect.
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A Girl
Short StoryA girl's life, from beautiful beginning to untimely end. "Where did all the happiness go?" *Author Note* This story has suggested eating disorders. I'm not placing a trigger warning, just cautioning you. Stay strong x -Ash Another note, five years...
Chapter 29
A girl rests weakly against the bowl of the toilet, the cold rim soothing against her cheek. The smell of vomit pervades the air. She needs to be skinnier. She needs to be perfect.
