SOPHIA

I watched in front of the mirror as my wounds in my face healed completely before shattering it into pieces with a punch.

The words of that whore still rung in my head like a broken recorder.

“No! No! I should not be thinking about what that bitch said! She is just nothing!”

I screamed and began throwing things at the floor. “She is just a whore! She does not matter to me at all!”

I looked around the ...