Postscript: I don't own the song it's based off of.. marianas trench. please please please edit and feedback! there's always room for improvement eh? Thanks
Hi my name is Undisclosed and I'm an addict.
And in the end She was broken. She managed to quickly excuse herself from the dining table, not waiting for a response. Back turned, tears held (sort of), she knew they were laughing. It bled down the hall as she ran, unstoppable. No, totally defeatable. Reaching the bathroom door she yanked it open, fidgeting the knob to a lock. She turned on the shower, ice cold, hoping to bury that sound. Not that anyone cares enough to listen anyway. She sneaked a peek at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks masked black, her eyes watery vibrance, her hair hanging, hiding just the frame of her face. She craved escape. Escape from, well, everything. She used to swear by it, truly. But it abandoned her. But it was an addiction. But it was a disease. And she was an addict. And she was infected. Slowly deteriorating to nothing. She was disgusted by herself. Undeserving, that's what she thought. Undeserving of happiness, of love, of friends, of life. She bent down on her knees, for the zillionth and probably not the last time, hovering her plastered face over the toilet. This feeling, like no other, was one she was used to. She had no strength to withhold herself, no strength to resist. And as she emptied her already empty. She felt better somehow, cleaner. But she knew it wouldn't last, as it never does. She wiped off her mouth, her throat burning, so piercingly she was convinced it would burn away her insides. To then leave nothing but skin and bones. Maybe she could wash everything away. Maybe that was what she wanted. She didn't know. She didn't care. Stumbling towards the shower she jumped into the frigid water, already shaking. Once she could feel her tears had dried she got out. Perfect scene. She knew, they had always told her not to lie. But it wasn't until she stopped listening that she really heard. She opened the door. I will burn all this. Meticulously wandering down the hall. I will burn all this. She wanted an ever after. I will burn all this. But maybe there just isn't a happy ending for everyone. I will burn all this. I will burn all this.
