40. BACK WITH THE FAMILY

I stared at myself in the mirror, and I hated what I saw. 

I wanted to claw my skin over and over. 

I was weak. I was stupid. 

The brush moved across my burning skin, the concealer hiding the fresh, burning red marks.  

My eyes burned from how hard I had cried. 

A loud bang on the door sent me j...

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