Fatal Flaw

Fatal flaws- the things that make you...you. Things that can make you or break you. The thing in your life that can help you or hinder you. The ancient greeks think that when you get over your fatal flaw you would be unstoppable. The problem with that is that fatal flaws are the hardest to find.

For some people, it's hard to look in a mirror and look deep into yourself to find what made you who you were. But for some, it is easy to find the flaws within themselves, and it's even easier to amplify them. To make them seem worse than they already were.

Normally when you look in a mirror you see yourself. It depends on the person what you see first. Some may look and find the person that they have always dreamt of being as a child standing there. Some look in the mirror and only see their scars, not knowing that scars show that you can grow from a situation and still learn from it. Some look in the mirror and see the fat around their stomachs. They think they look unattractive but they don't know that there is someone out there that would love them with or without them. Some people only look and see their height. They may think they are too tall or too short but they never see the advantages that come with both.

They only see their insecurities, and personality flaws in that mirror. They hope that the next time they look in it they see someone different. They wish to see hope. The good thing about flaws and fatal flaws is that they are different. Those exterior 'flaws' won't come close to killing you. But the fatal flaws...they can make you feel worse than anything you see in a mirror ever could. You could love too much, or too little. You could be so egotistical and narcissistic that you cant see the people around you.

Or even worse, you could be like the girl writing this book. She could look in the mirror and see the faded cuts on her arms and slight belly flab and not focus on that. She only looks in her eyes when she looks in a mirror. She only looks into her eyes because she is afraid. She is afraid that when she looks at her body she will hate it. Afraid that she will hate it even more than she does now. So she only looks at her eyes.

Cold, unnerving, and mocha-colored. Completely ordinary eyes. The problem is that when she looks in her eyes she doesn't see the warm chocolate hues, and the slight gold flecking the outside of her pupils. She only sees the pain and hurt behind them. She tries to make faces to hide that pain so no one can see. And so far, it's working well. She tries to bring light to her eyes so no one sees her. Truly her. Because the first thought on her mind is to make others smile.If she can't make them smile, what other purpose does she have? She looks in the mirror, seeing the pain behind her eyes, and leaves the mirror not knowing that she did what most could never do. She saw her fatal flaw and she made it her death instead of using it for her survival.Even though she had plenty of people to love, the only one she was incapable of loving was herself. And that was going to hurt her in the future. She had failed the ancient greeks, she had failed her family and friends, but most of all, she failed herself.

The girl can't see how others see her, the thought of it practically horrifies her to no end. She can't see the appreciation that her friends feel whenever she congratulates them over even the slightest of things or the way that even when they are at their lowest points, their day is practically changed with a single touch. What are flaws to her, are blessings to some. The intensity of her gaze whenever eye contact is had, that deep-seated feeling that feels like it practically burrows into one's heart that ignites a small fire within them. It's an amazing feeling that is simultaneously great and deeply horrifying to a boy.