BRIA
I placed my hand on the chest, my heart was beating hard against it. I gulped and opened the tap to splash the cold water on my hot face.
A girl with sunken and dull eyes with bags under them, dirty unruly hair, bruises covering her body at places, the pale and exhausted face was not a sight worth to see. I wanted scream punching the mirror in frustration.
Everything was wrong in my life. Every fucking thing. Every day of my life was wrong. People around me were wrong. How he treated me was wrong. How he controlled and manipulated my life was wrong.
