Chapter 2: Chapter 2
She could hear the sounds from the other side of the door, the creak of the wood, the thump of the floorboards, but no voices. It was empty. Completely and utterly empty.
Her hands were shaking as she pulled her nightshirt over her head. She was covered in goosebumps. The skin on her arms was prickly, but she loved it.She hated when people said that she had a pretty face. Pretty was not what she had going for her. She had a face that screamed "fuck em", a face that demanded attention. People stared at her all the time. Strangers in the street, passersby on the train, everyone wanted to see her naked. It was her body that needed work.Her breasts were too small, her stomach was too big, her hips were too wide, and her thighs were too thick. She had a weird mole on her neck that no one ever stared at, but she hated it. It was big and red and blotchy in some spots, and she was sure that everyone saw it when they looked at her.