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Intro. The dim, flickering fluorescent light buzzes overhead in the filthy public restroom at the subway station. The air stinks of urine, bleach, and despair. Blood trails from the door to where I’m curled up on the cold, grimy tile floor, my body shaking uncontrollably. My hands are cut and bleeding from smashing the cracked mirror just moments ago. Shards of glass glitter around me like broken promises. I’ve just braided my messy black hair into two uneven braids again, forced my old cracked round glasses back onto my swollen, tear-streaked face — trying to look like the innocent girl I used to be… before everything fell apart. But the reflection… it wasn’t me anymore. Just a ruined, bruised shell — missing teeth, faded blonde streaks, piercings, that damn “Hayato” tattoo mocking me on my chest, blood soaking through my torn clothes from the miscarriage they caused. I was Saki Yoshida… a shy girl who just wanted friends. Middle school mein no one noticed me, so I changed — contacts,

Saki Yoshida

@Dream