mirror

She took a deep breath trying her best to gather the strength she needed. Life wasnt getting better… it never would. She took another deep breath feeling her goose bumps light up her skin. She gently ran her hand up her own arm and sighed at the weird tingle sensation that she felt from it. Her head was turned away from the mirror. She dreaded looking into her own eyes, god she hated them. As she looked at her self in the mirror her eyes went straight to their own reflection. Their nasty hasel color staired back unaffected by what they saw in return. Her eyes trailing down to her nose. The memory of how it had broken sent shivers down her spin. Her hasel eyes glaring at her rather large nose before they trailed down to her lips. They werent to big they werent small they were in the middle. Her bottom lip was redder then her top from all the things shed been though. She found her self biting softly on her lip like she did when she was nervous. She shook her head hating how they looked. Her hand came up to gently touch her nasty skin, her large nose wrinkling softly at the feel of her cheek. To thank… how many had… she shook her head again before pulling her hair out of the pony tail. She couldnt stand her hair. It was long.. it was brown… and it reminded her of so many things… her eyes dart back up to their own reflection as her hands slide down her neck for a split second she could see the hand prints and all the marks that had ever been there. Her hasel eyes filled with her cursed tears as her hands slide down her neck to her shoulder the marks there flashed, form when she was small to now. She felt ill, she felt dirty… she felt sick to her stomach at the sight. She quickly looked away, squeezing her eyes tightly as her hands slide lower. She couldnt look at her breasts the pain.. the marks she saw… she could feel it burn just the though of them made her skin crawl. Her hands crossed over and gripped her arms as she tried to stop the violent shiver that ran down her spine. After a moment she took a deep breath and turned back to the mirror. She saw the cuts and the bruise. She saw the tattoo that came to rest on her left shoulder. After a moment her hands slide down to her lower arms. The scars clearly seen in the mirror, her hasel eyes dulled at the sight of a few of the bruises and cuts. Her hands sliding down to each other, a spider web like marks pulsed on her left hand over and over and over. The palm of her hand lit up with a light blue. She couldnt stand to look at them either. Her wrists turned a deep purple then a green over and over and over. She dropped her hands to her ribs. The pain by just this simple touch caused her to gasp. Her sides lighting up in the same purple as her wrists, over and over and over. It took a minute for them to return to their normal color. She took a deep breath before her eyes darted back to their reflection. The tear strikes bugged her. She hated this process she couldnt avoid. Her ribs pulsed with pain. She slide her hands down to her stomach, her eyes closing unable to see what the reflection had to show. Shed lost enough. Two angels… her hands gripped her belly as she looked above the mirror gasping softly for breath. The tears wouldnt stop now. The dam had already broken. She let out a few more gasps. In a need to move further in this cursed process she felt she couldnt go with out she laid her hands on her hips and looked at them with disgust. They had marks all over them. She hated them. Her right hip had a purple line where her bones conneted. It ached for a moment before she moved down to her thighs. She glared deeply as several marks flew by around her tights, bruises and other marks. Her hands slide down to her legs. More hand bruise… she slide down to her feet and whenced softly when she remembered the pain they had caused. Her hands slide back up and stopped at her pelvic area. Her eyes slide closed and she took a deep swallow remembering the searing pain. Her hands came back up to gently lay on her head. All the mental pain came back, causing her to dropp to her knees and let out a soft scream as everything passed by she remembered everything only for a second before she softly gasped. Her hands laid just under her breasts, over her lungs. The feeling of them filling up made her gasp and gasp in pain. She could feel the pain the burn and the panic, it was over in a second but the pain softly pulsed. She opened her eyes and stood, turning to her reflection in the mirror. All the things only she could see flashed before her eyes. She hated seeing what she saw. She took a deep breaths. The flashing the pain continued. She turned and turned on the water, the pain pelting down on her as she let the pain wash away, only for it to come back twice as bad. The pain hiting her over and over and over. With shaking hands she took hold of a sharp blade, causing pain to stop pain, the endless circle so many were trapped in.