Her arm goes right through the mirror causing her knuckles to bleed and triggering the pieces of the mirror to scatter on the floor.
Broken, broken into pieces. She slowly pick the pieces and try to mend them back together, as a result the sharp edges end up lunging into her. Piece by piece trying but there's no use its like trying to breathe under water. Realizing her mistakes as She attempts to fix herself, only causes her to break and fall a part again. She finds a way to put herself back together with the help of a special person saying those three words. It's fixed now she looks in the mirror and all she sees is a reflection of herself alone in the dark, acknowledging that the special person is no longer there, those three words she will no longer be able to hear. As soon as that thought hits her, the mirror shatters again into smaller pieces but this time she picks up the sharpest piece and drags it across her wrist several times. She lays on the floor hopelessly staring up at the wall, waiting to pass out. And when she does pass out, she wakes up in a hospital bed and that person was laying down right next to her telling her those three words that she thought she would never hear again.
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Reflection
Short StoryThis will be a mini series each "chapter" will be a different story about random things. This is deep reflective writing so do not expect characters and what so ever. More info in the introduction. Enjoy :*