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A part of the story:

 

Ignoring Brook’s whines of the hygiene of the toilet and the sound of peeing, I turned to stare at myself in the mirror, frowning at my reflection. My usual emerald green eyes looked dull and sunken, my previously well styled brunette hair was messy with sleep and tangled with knots. I tried to run my fingers through to detangle, but it was no use. Instead, I bent over the sink to splash my face with water. Even the water looked dirty. Turning off the tap and standing up, the face of a skinny homeless man stared back at me through the mirror, a big toothless grin on his face. I slowly turned to face him, my heart hammering in my chest so loudly I thought he could hear it.

“You’re perty!” He exclaimed, taking a step forward towards me. I tried to step back from him but my back just met the cold sink and I realised I was stuck. I just preyed he was being friendly and not pervy.

I looked over to the other toilet cubicles, praying that James would come out and save me, but his toilet cubicle door was open and he was gone.

 

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