Chapter 13
Becca
I'm ashamed of the reflection in the mirror. I'm ashamed of the girl looking back at me. I'm standing in the bathroom in front of the mirror with sweat running down my forehead, and yet, I'm cold. I have a hard time breathing. I have to strain myself to the utmost to be able to get even the tiny bit of air onto my lungs, it hurts. Each breath I take is like a stab in my throat.
Why did this have to happen to me? That's the question I ask myself every day now. I don't understand what I did to deserve this, all of this. I don't understand.
I see the razor blade on the sink. It's lying right in front of me. It's really tempting to just pick it up and get it over with.
I look in the mirror again. I look myself in my eyes. I have tears streaming down my cheeks, my eyes a
