With the flick of the light switch that rested on the right side of the door. The room greeted her with the full length mirror, who welcomed her in. There it stood, mockingly, awaiting for her. She hated that mirror, it showed her the things she loathed.
Five steps and she stood in front of it, and stared.
The person inside stared back, eyes lifeless yet a soul still breathed inside. The color of them, brown.
Brown and boring, just like the soil beneath our feet, eyes that could lie and be lied to, they were common, nothing really special or unique about them. They were just...brown.
Brown had become her least favorite color.
Her gaze changed to the skin on their face. Skin dry and hoarse like the grains of sand on a beach. Under the eyes, tinted a pale lilac from silent long nights with no rest.
A cascade of dark hair framed the face; it shouldn't for her profile is not a painting. No masterpiece. The hair is dull, resting on the crown of her head filled with split ends and dirty from the day's work.
She scoffed at the first thought that came to her mind, 'It's brown'.
Rapidly her gaze moved down towards the remaining image. She dared not stare for long, but she could not help but become the judge. The final verdict, she holds herself low. She knew that she tried changing, but the change won't have her.
After a moment of silence there was a stare down between the reflection and her.
The silence is loud and deafening.
Thoughts ran wild. Erratic.
The girl looked away first, turning. The lights switched off, leaving the mirror in the dark once more.
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A Look Inside: Words Unspoken
AcakI don't know, but here this is. Feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Thank you. Not Edited, just writing it as I go.
