Scarlett Palmer

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Gemma stared at the toilet bowl beneath her. Remnants of her stomach floated around the top. She still clung to the toothbrush in her left hand. Gemma spat one last time, the spit became drool that seeped down her chin. She pulled at the toilet roll next to her, scrunching up toilet paper she wiped her mouth. She lifted herself up enough to reach the button and pressed down hard watching as her mothers roast disappeared from the toilet.