Authors note:Trying to get back into writing this will be my first proper fic. Also I tend to write about rather dark subjects to do with mental health and such so if your easily triggered or will be offended by anything along those lines don't waste your time reading this. Hope you enjoy

Jane Rizzoli lay on the cold tiles and cried she cried harder than she'd ever cried before. The raven haired detectives body shook with sobs as the realisation of what she had been doing to herself for over half of her life hit her.

You see if anyone had told her at 14 years old that the self destruction she had already began would eventually lead to this moment this awful awful moment she would have simply replied "I'll be better by then."

But the truth is she wouldn't be better and that at thirty something years old she'd be lay on her bathroom floor next to a vomit filled toilet bowl struggling to breathe through the desperate sobs of realisation.

The truth is that her clothes would still be hiding self inflicted wounds the burns,cuts,scratches and bruises. That the delusion that it would all get better was just that a delusion.

The truth is that the 'diet' she started when she was 12 lead to a lifetime of starving, bingeing, purging and over exercising. It lead her to believe she was fat and disgusting and unlovable.

The truth is that she hadn't been brave enough to tell anyone she was gay and she still hadn't accepted herself.

The truth hurts.

And as Detective Jane Rizzoli lay there on her bathroom floor exhausted from purging yet another meal, exhausted from trying to stop herself running the blade over her arms only to fail anyway she cried and cried and cried until she fell asleep.

Sorry it's short just wanted to get it started please review and tell me how you found it