Mind Suicide
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The mirror played cruel games. It showed a confused kid with pressure and assholes resting on his shoulders. It showed his gut and the fat dripping off his biceps. His thighs touched and smashed together when he moved. The fat hung over his clothes, prodding out, needing air.
The mirror played cruel jokes. There was a frail boy with long, thin arms—ribs slicing through his skin. His small legs never touching, never jiggling, never anything. What really was there was a lifeless person, every ounce of their soul vomited up in a toilet or on the scale looking at what could be and what was never going to happen.
Nothing ever works out right. Nothing, never.
James could have won; he could have beaten this. But when he looked in the mirror he saw what he was and what he wasn’t. He saw what he hated. He saw Grace Cassidy waving, laughing, smirking.
Never.
Never.
Never.
Never would he let her win. Never in his right mind would he let Grace win. James wasn’t in his right mind anymore.
What a tragedy—a simple mind suicide.
The mirror played cruel jokes. There was a frail boy with long, thin arms—ribs slicing through his skin. His small legs never touching, never jiggling, never anything. What really was there was a lifeless person, every ounce of their soul vomited up in a toilet or on the scale looking at what could be and what was never going to happen.
Nothing ever works out right. Nothing, never.
James could have won; he could have beaten this. But when he looked in the mirror he saw what he was and what he wasn’t. He saw what he hated. He saw Grace Cassidy waving, laughing, smirking.
Never.
Never.
Never.
Never would he let her win. Never in his right mind would he let Grace win. James wasn’t in his right mind anymore.
What a tragedy—a simple mind suicide.
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the end