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Her gaze was met by her own cold, hard, unnerving stare. Her brow was furrowed, her eyes narrow. Her lips were persed and her jaw clenched. She looked away from the stare. She didn't want to see herself. The one not good enough for anyone. The quiet one, the dark one, the lonely one. She heaved a sigh, her facial muscles relaxing a bit. Her eyes closed slowly, tightly. Her head fell between her shoulders. The tiled floor met her gaze as she opened her eyes again.
Her hands, which were laying upon each edge of the sink, moved from their posts to meet her eyes. The wall met her back as she turned and fell backward. She slid down slowly. The floor was cold, but she could stand no longer. The balls of her hands lay over her already swollen eyes. A warm stream of liquid escaped from beneath her hand, falling passed her chin and landing with a resonating 'plop' on the floor beneath her. She moved her hands to look at the fallen tear. Its being was scattered across the floor like shards of glass. Like shards of a broken mirror, a broken self.
She looked up and straight across the room. Her gaze met nothing but another blank wall. She stared at it, seeing nothing, but seeing everything. Everything faded from her veiw as she blinked, letting two more tears fall. She made no move to wipe them away. Instead she continued gazing upon the wall of broken dreams. The tears combined and fell, also hitting the floor. Her eyes tore away from their previous position to see more shards of a mirror. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.
Her hands pushed against the floor, heaving herself up from her sitting stature. Her back slid against the wall once more. She stood, leaning heavily against the cold wall for support. Standing, she saw her reflection once more in the mirror before her. She gazed into it and saw only a girl with black streaks down her cheeks, red eyes, and a very pained expression. She could no longer hide from herself.
Her brow furrowed once more. She pushed herself off the wall and toward the mirror. Her right hand clenched itself into a fist. Her nails bit into her skin, yet she maintained the grip. She rose it up, closing her eyes as doing so. Her eyes opened only when she heard the satisfying shatter of the glass. She opened her eyes to look into the sink. More tears blurred her vision, yet she could see two things. Blood, and shards. She blinked the tears away, letting them fall. She saw distorted versions of herself from multiple reflections. Her gaze shifted to her now red hand.
She took a deep breath. It was still clenched. Her eyes closed in pain as she slowly, and tentatively, uncurled it. She looked back at her hand and then into the sink. A drop of blood landed directly under the reflection of an eye and slowly rolled itself down. Tears of blood.
"Broken and distorted reflections of a broken and distorted self..." Another drop fell, landing again just under her eye. It too fell, rolling down her cheek until hitting the porcelain of the sink. She reached up to wipe away a true tear. She looked at it, and frowned when she found it a pale tint of red.
Her hands, which were laying upon each edge of the sink, moved from their posts to meet her eyes. The wall met her back as she turned and fell backward. She slid down slowly. The floor was cold, but she could stand no longer. The balls of her hands lay over her already swollen eyes. A warm stream of liquid escaped from beneath her hand, falling passed her chin and landing with a resonating 'plop' on the floor beneath her. She moved her hands to look at the fallen tear. Its being was scattered across the floor like shards of glass. Like shards of a broken mirror, a broken self.
She looked up and straight across the room. Her gaze met nothing but another blank wall. She stared at it, seeing nothing, but seeing everything. Everything faded from her veiw as she blinked, letting two more tears fall. She made no move to wipe them away. Instead she continued gazing upon the wall of broken dreams. The tears combined and fell, also hitting the floor. Her eyes tore away from their previous position to see more shards of a mirror. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.
Her hands pushed against the floor, heaving herself up from her sitting stature. Her back slid against the wall once more. She stood, leaning heavily against the cold wall for support. Standing, she saw her reflection once more in the mirror before her. She gazed into it and saw only a girl with black streaks down her cheeks, red eyes, and a very pained expression. She could no longer hide from herself.
Her brow furrowed once more. She pushed herself off the wall and toward the mirror. Her right hand clenched itself into a fist. Her nails bit into her skin, yet she maintained the grip. She rose it up, closing her eyes as doing so. Her eyes opened only when she heard the satisfying shatter of the glass. She opened her eyes to look into the sink. More tears blurred her vision, yet she could see two things. Blood, and shards. She blinked the tears away, letting them fall. She saw distorted versions of herself from multiple reflections. Her gaze shifted to her now red hand.
She took a deep breath. It was still clenched. Her eyes closed in pain as she slowly, and tentatively, uncurled it. She looked back at her hand and then into the sink. A drop of blood landed directly under the reflection of an eye and slowly rolled itself down. Tears of blood.
"Broken and distorted reflections of a broken and distorted self..." Another drop fell, landing again just under her eye. It too fell, rolling down her cheek until hitting the porcelain of the sink. She reached up to wipe away a true tear. She looked at it, and frowned when she found it a pale tint of red.