I stared into the eyes of the girl in the mirror.Her eyes were a brilliant shade of lilac, but they were dead inside. Behind the veil there was nothing, a vast and echoing emptiness.
She had found salvation in the bottom of a glass. She had been far too young when she'd had her first taste, only twelve years old, and now.. Now she was addicted, because that's the way she was, she had always been that way.
She had an addictive personality, she found pleasure in the little things, and then she clung onto them. She held onto them until her fingers bled and their nature turned toxic.
Maybe that's why she foolishly held onto Daniel.
Maybe he truly did love her at first, but it wasn't long until rough s*x turned into an excuse to beat the s**t out of her. Hair pulling turned to choking, and
