"The Sacrifices of Angels"
She felt it then, but she ignored the pangs. Instead, she threw her head back to laugh at a particularly humorous joke. Her shoulder length brown locks bounced as she laughed, and she squeezed her azure eyes shut, holding back the tears that were trying to fall. They weren't tears of happiness though, instead, they were tears of pain and anguish. She pawed at her plate nervously, watching the people around her eat. This party was so…cliché. She had been to many like it, and it was getting more frustrating then not. A brown haired boy came up to her as she put a piece of salad in her mouth. She chewed slowly, as though contemplating the flavor, until the boy, Trowa spoke up.
"We really should be going, I'll drop you off at your place on the way home."
A sense of relief flooded into her at that. She dropped her fork almost excitedly and took his arm. "Thank you, Trowa."
Trowa's silver Four Runner pulled up to her apartment in a small area of the city, and she thanked him before climbing the stairs to the glass door of her home. She walked in and closed the door quietly before walking into her bedroom. She slung her purse on the doorknob, not even bothering to check the fine leather. Instead, her face went right to her mirror in her bathroom.
She studied herself in the mirror. She traced the contours of her face and her body. She was hideous, she decided. The person she stared at was ugly, and not beautiful as she should have been. The person had plump cheeks, and a waist that was far too large for its own good. She undid the back of her dress, and slipped out of it into a nightgown. She brushed her hair with a bristled brush, until her gaze drifted to the open toilet. Her breath caught in her chest. She felt her muscles tighten up. She looked again in the mirror, at herself. The person who stared back looked impassive, but she hated what she saw, and she knew what she had to do.
With one hand holding her hair behind her head, she stalked over to the toilet and knelt. Her other hand met her face, and her slender finger slid into her throat…