Ellie runs to the alleyway.
She takes out a cigarette, lighting it as she puts it into her mouth.
Her once silky straight brunette hair has turned into rough uneven boring hair.
She picks up a shattered mirror piece from the concrete as she looks at her reflection.
Her families violence against her had left a red mark on her milky face that has now turned light brown.
She holds the mirror tight, tears prickling her eyes as fresh blood comes out of her hands.
This is it
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•Forming Tears•
Conto#394 Short Story She didn't want to hurt him. She didn't want to stab him. She was only trying to keep safe. ••• Ellie Garner ...
