Alvera looked at herself in the mirror. The hickeys on her neck were ironic to her.
The fading white scars on her body contrasted sharply against her skin.
She clenched her fists, picked up a glass from the sink and threw it at the mirror.
The mirror was shattered.
She took off her bathrobe and went back under the shower, washing the areas on her body that Roland had touched.
She felt disgusting.
She hated herself. She really hated herself.
After the shower, she stood in front of the broken mirror and re-examined herself.
The sadness in her heart was still overwealming.
She went back to the room, took out a handful of candy from a transparent box, and began stuffing them into her mouth one by one.
Suddenly, her cell phone rang. It was Andrina.
She sneered and picked it up.
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