NO MATTER WHAT.......

THE SLOW DECAY

Chapter 3: The Slow Decay

​Charity trusted the gift. By the second month, the "glow" turned into a persistent, deep-seated ache. It started around her eyes—tiny, pale crescents. Then, the mocha glow of her skin began to be colonized by stark, colorless patches. They spread like spilled milk across her knuckles, down the curve of her spine, and in jagged lightning bolts around her throat.

​Charity became a prisoner of her own skin. She spent three hours every morning in front of the vanity mirror, using heavy-duty theatrical concealers to paint a mocha mask over the damage. She wore silk gloves to rehearsals, feeling like a fraud in her own body.

​What Vanity didn't account for was Faith. Charity had shared her "miracle cream" with her friend. When Faith’s skin began to swell and peel, her mother, Wisdom, took the jar to a private forensics lab.

No one was aware of the avenue , because wisdom had already removed faith from the group around six months ago. No one knew what happened , they just kind of finished, so once all this information came to the public it was already reported in sudden Stone.We just had to get the person that's held accountable for this severe injustice.