Amaya turned off the radio. Her name was mentioned. She doesn't really know why. Disgusting used tissues surround her. The harsh light from her laptop pierced through the darkness in Amaya's room. A massive headache and rumbling stomach were also reminders of the past few terrible days. Reminders. That day. Tears started to form once again in Amaya's bloodshot eyes. Biting her lower lip, Amaya quickly snapped her laptop shut, and stood up from her bed. Determined to forget about her abusive ex-boyfriend, Amaya swiftly walked to the bathroom. She washed her face, letting to cold water wash away the pain. As Amaya stared at her sickly thin body and pale skin, she decided that she needed to get herself a new boyfriend. Slowly, she ran her fingers over cuts and bruises that scattered her body. Most were frequent, defying him wasn't advised, but others were from before she had even thought of breaking up with him. Sighing, she decided that if she wanted a new boyfriend she'd have to clean up her act.

Amaya grabbed a left over sandwich from her roommate's dinner last night, and and apple. Then she packed some gym clothes and headed to the gym. After not eating or working out for the past couple days, she needed this badly.