Status: Dieting.
Fragile.
”You aren’t alone in this,” a voice in her head spoke.
The girl’s hands flew to her ears. She closed the blinds to the world.
“Fuck you. Go the hell away,” she spat, disgusted and fighting.
”How will you survive alone? If I were to leave you?”
”The end will justify the means, baby.”
Copyrighted 2010.
The girl’s hands flew to her ears. She closed the blinds to the world.
“Fuck you. Go the hell away,” she spat, disgusted and fighting.
”How will you survive alone? If I were to leave you?”
”The end will justify the means, baby.”
Copyrighted 2010.
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Not Alone.
Sort of a prologue.