POV Fiorella
I have a knot in my stomach, my hands are cold, and anxiety is trying to take over. I want to vomit, but I've already done it twice since breakfast, and I keep telling myself over and over while getting ready that I shouldn't do it, that it's wrong to do it.
Looking at my appearance in the mirror while putting on my earrings, I notice my hair. It's been so long since it looked so shiny. It's amazing how soft it is and the character it now has. I like the layered cut and bangs, and although I wouldn't like to tie it up, I must. I'm headed to the police station to file a formal complaint, not a party, so I need to look formal. I take a small black hair tie and make a low bun, leaving some bangs in front. I've recreated the same makeup the stylist did for me yesterday, jus
