My You
She was afraid, her courage had disappeared since her mother died.
It's been two years since she lived in hell, she can't respect herself anymore, her body is too disgusting for her to look in the mirror. She always cried every time she finished taking a shower and stood in front of the mirror, looking at her very ugly reflection. Many hickeys were visible on her neck and breasts. Making her cry again and standing again under the shower, rubbing soap on her body to get rid of all those marks, but in fact nothing has disappeared from her body, even her memories are firmly attached to Eleven's memory and it makes her sick.
It was Saturday, after making breakfast, Eleven went into her father's
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