She had paper thin poise, brown curls cascading down her shoulders. A little ruby ring hung on her right hand, her face looking avidly at the one in the reflection. A red slip breezed from her shoulders and her posture verged crumbling. Her image sickened her as a dainty hand clutched her stomach and pinched, nerves screaming in reply, hunger rumbling in her stomach. Following more upward, she lightly grazed her ribs and dizziness overtook her as she placed the hand on the sink to steady herself.
'He will never love you.'
Nothing seemed to be ever good enough. She wasn't ever going to be Serena. She wasn't ever going to be tall, sophisticated, and effortless in everything and anything. She wasn't going to endure the adventures Serena took while touring Europe, fulfill the fantasies every deserving man. She was too much of a bitch. She was too caught up in her world, perfecting this and that to prevent failure. It was for her mother. It was to please her, make her proud of her daughter.
She was always asked of the impossible.
She built walls, planned her life out in a flawless plan. Figure out the major events now, fret over the miniscule obstacles later. Perfect wasn't an option for Blair Cornelia Waldorf. Above extraordinary and beyond was.
Fingers grasped a transparent orange bottle, and little energy popped the bottle open.
'Good bye.'
She let her feelings consume her, hunger and pain and failure overwhelming every inch of her body. Minutes felt like hours as the medication took over. She glanced at the pale girl in the mirror, weak and defenseless, and smiled.
Blair was always quite a fall from grace.