Shutting the white bathroom door, I turned to look at myself in the mirror that was nailed into the white wall. Beneath the mirror, was a white porcelain sink that I was gripping so hard, my knuckles threatened to tear out of my skin.
The toilet and the bath were made from the same white porcelain. Above the bath was a window, made from distorted glass so that no one could see inside properly. A radiator was embedded into the wall opposite the sink, and above that hung a silver rack, whereupon a blue fluffy towel lay.
My ash brown hair was tangled and puffy, my dark green eyes were dead and barren. I had large purple and black bruises beneath my eyes. No one knew exactly what I'd seen that night, but it haunted me every time I closed my eyes.
The cascade of tears that kept coming fro
