For five years, I have tried to hold on to my father's vision of me, but the images keep switching and the cold voices keep telling me the hideous one is the real me. The bitter hands of depression pull me further down a dark, never-ending hallway of despair. I look at my reflection and see two halves of a whole, one a distorted image of the other. I know only one is me, but my mind cannot decipher which one it is. The beautiful image flickers, once, twice, and a third time. For a split second, I think maybe I am the beauty and not the beast. But, it is a fleeting image steady only for a few blissful, comforting seconds, before the image shatters. The shards fall away to reveal the beast, eradicating the beauty. My mind tells me that I need to finally accept that the beast is the truth. Before I can submit, a deep, familiar voice booms, "Banish your ghosts. They spit lies. You are beautiful; you are strong enough to face them." I look up and see the ghostly image of my father by my side, his comforting hand on my shoulder. Hearing his voice, one that I have not heard in a very long time, I look back at my reflection. Armed with his words; I force the broken pieces of the puzzle to rise from the rubble, and rearrange themselves back onto the board.
The face in the puddle is different now, neither beast nor beauty..Simply a girl who has found something she once lost. I feel the whispers of my father's arms holding me. I look back to where my father's ghost stood, wrapping my arms around myself reinforcing his hug. Smiling, I whisper, "Thank you. Dad."
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Teardrops
Cerita PendekAfter her father dies she falls into depression. To make things worse she begins to get bullied by her peers. Can she make it out of her depression or will it consume her?
