Rusty writing

Alice sat hunched over in the empty bath tub, desperately clutching her knees to her chest as she tried to come to terms with what had just happened. She had her face buried in her bath towel, trying to suppress a mixture of blood, tears and the pain that repeatedly bolted through the right side of her face.

This is the same girl who once had no intention of ever letting anyone come in her way of what she wanted in life, someone who stood up for herself and anyone around her, someone who only ever lived life for herself.

The past few months were draining her psychically and mentally. Her friends stopped making an effort, her lecturers no longer took an interest and even her family were losing their patience with her dull attitude towards life.

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