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With the help froh of relief when Ryan is nowhere to be found I lock myself in the bathrooht ontoo much

After a few , I inspectaround both biceps A bruise blooh it does feel like a dru inside my head

I sniffle and pick myself up off the floor once ressively, despitedress

He’s right This dress did er in their eyes What did I expect wearing a dress like this? This is all ht

I tear at the dress in a fit of rage The ripping noise echoes in the bathroolints in the overhead light as pieces of satin fall to the stone tile like forgotten drea but shredded fabric

I pick the pieces up, ignoring the flare in my hip—I deserve that pain—and toss the pieces into the trashcan next to the toilet

I walk back to the mirror and viewme look like the dirty whore that I am I can still feel all of them men’s eyes that roved over my body at the restaurant They’re perversions have taintedit darker than the phantom hands wrapped around my biceps

My fist collides with the lass, distorting my face An i lost in the fissures I inspect ed into ers and drips on the floor, joining the rest of the shattered glass

I walk over the shower, ignoring the slices of sharp pain as glass sticks into the bottoms of my feet I turn the water as hot as my skin can handle, and I scrub at my body, desperate to cleanse my body

Stupid, stupid, stupid River Fucking stupid whore

You deserved that

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I’M FAIRLY CERTAIN I’VE died and wandered into Hell I don’t knohat I was thinking—last ti Inferno

My psych class ends in five minutes, and all I can think about is how Ryan hasn’t answered any of ht It didn’this reassurance He turned away and refused to touch ht