Gasping, she grasped the sink counter tightly. Oh god what I am doing? I just want this all to stop, she cried silently. Looking up she stared into the dirty mirror and cringed at the smudged reflection. Red hair waved wildly around a pale, gaunt face. Empty blue bloodshot eyes darkened with heavy liner gazed blankly back. Cursing she pushed her hair away from her face just in time to avoid the stream of vomit that spewed from her mouth. Disgusted, she roughly wiped off her mouth with the back of her hand and reached for the faucet to rinse it off. She inhaled sharply when she saw blood running down her fingers and onto the white tile staining it a crimson red. Backing away slowly, her eyes till fixated on her bloody hand, her back hit the wall and she sank clumsily to her knees. The world began to spin as she tried to catch her breath, but couldn't. The last thing she felt was the cold tile against her face, then everything went black.
Author notes
This is a prologue to a story I am thinking of writing about the the struggles (and triumphs) in the life of a teenage American girl. I am also hoping to collaborate with some other writers to get a better take on the views of the other people within the story; such as her family, teachers, friends and boyfriend. I do not know if the ending will be a happy one or sad, but I do know that I want this to be an accurate, eye opening story into the everyday battle of teenagers. (not just girls)
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