Her heart was torn into pieces. A thousand different pieces represented her broken heart. It had been ripped out, torn into pieces, and stabbed repeatedly. Monica grabbed at her chest, the place where her heart should have been. Nothing but empty hole resided there now.
She torn all over. Scars decorated her forearms , legs, and stomach. The fresh cuts from earlier were still bleeding and the blood was seeping through her cotton shirt. She reached on her nightstand with her free hand for something. A bottle of vodka laid on its side, empty from her binge earlier. She grabbed for it thinking it was full and cursed when she realized it had not been then through it across the room.
It shattered into many pieces.
Monica groaned and dragged her body off her bed and into the bathroom. Her fingertips fumbled for the light swtich against the wall in the darkness. When she finally succeeded in turning on the lights minutes later, she frowned at herself in the mirror. Dark bags hung under her eyes and her hair desperately was begging to be washed. Slowly she began to lean in closer to the mirror to examine herself but she stopped short when she felt the contents of her stomach begin to rise in the back of her throat. She turned on her heels to try to make it to the toilet but failed. Everything that entered her system from that morning and the previous evening was immediately thrown up over the floor in front of her.
She fell to her knees and sighed from exertion. Monica wasn’t sure how long she laid there. It could have been a few seconds, or even a few minutes. Time never seemed to pass for her. When she felt she had laid there long enough, she heaved herself up with help from the ivory counter lining her bathroom.
“Monica! Make up in five!” The voice sounded like a drum in her ear. Several things fell off the counter as she knocked things over while she looked for her concealer. She searched frantically for a few moments before she breathed a sigh of relief when she found the product.
And so she began the process of covering all her scars, just to be the perfect idol everyone thought she was.
So it’s finished, but it’s not edited because I really wanted to post it because I thought it was freaking amazing. Yes a run on sentence because I should have been doing vocab for AP World but I typed this instead. So how was it? I’ll edit it tomorrow. Amayu I finished before September