The weight of depression showed heavily on her body. A body she was once proud of now formed bile at the back of her throat as she traced her finger over her figure. A frown formed on her face as she forced herself away from the mirror, the sight too much to bear.
She stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Turning up the hot water till her skin burned. She craved the heat; she loved the way it felt on her. Steam fogged the glass chambers.
Clara remained there longer than she had intended. She let the warm shower hit her body, her head tilted forward as the water soaked her hair, flowing down her skin. Her hands traced over her arms, washing away the last remnants of her makeup and inside her, she hoped it would wash away the pains, the shame.
But before she knew it, the sob
