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Vega looked into the mirror at her hideous reflection, only skin and bones. How could I have gotten this small? she thought in her head, gazing at her petite figure that had only a few months earlier been more than 200 pounds. She furiously grabbed a belt and tried to fasten it into her old jean loops. She looked awful. Her old smile and beautiful baby blues had faded into the hollow, tired, and older woman in the mirror. She was only 15, but looked almost 30 with the huge bags under her eyes from the horrible stress she had been under lately. She flopped down onto her bed and reached for her headphones. She put in the nearest CD she could find, not looking at what it was. "Day Has Come" started playing in her ears. She ripped off the headphones and threw them across the room. It just had to be that one. It just had to be! she thought in her mind. "Damn it why did you have to do this to me! It's all your fault, and now I'm dying because of you!" she screamed at the CD which now lay in pieces on the floor in front of her. Her horrendous sobs echoed throughout her empty house, bringing her to only pity herself more. "I swear one day I'll get you back!" she whimpered, as she wept herself to sleep.
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