Little Talks & Tea

The Mirror

She walks up to the mirror, to see a reflection that she does not recognize. The sounds of a guitar, creating  beautiful sound waves drowning out her heart that is beating faster than the normal tone, it plays day after day. The music flows threw her veins, reviving her spirit that she used to have when she was little. She walks over to the door and slams it shut running back to the mirror. Thuds of makeup brushes and liquid concealers fell to the dark wooden mahogany floor, leaving dents into the wood. One after another, they all fell to the floor. She looks back into the mirror in hope to see a difference, but she doesn't. Her right hand reaches for a makeup wipe and moves it slowly to only graze the pores of her soft, fragile face. She removes only a little and looks back into the mirror to see the difference. She begins to press down the wipe on her face and tries to remove the face she wears everyday to hide her own face. As she wipes her face, leaving the leftover makeup in the pores of her face she looks back into the mirror one last time. The girl in the mirror appeared more beautiful then the last one with a mask covering her face. She reached towards the mirror, stretching her hand towards the aluminum glass putting her hand all the way threw the mirror. The music stops playing as she grabs the outer wooden part of the mirror and pulls herself forward. She falls in and her fragile body hits the ground leaving bruises on her stomach and left arm. She tries to get up to figure out where she is. She looks up to notice a pink flower with a pink gem in the middle falling from the dark black sky. She picks it up and puts it in her hair and looks up to see the mirror. But she can't its gone, along with the world she used to live in. More flowers fell from the sky as she walked around, as if the sky was leaving bread crumbs. She noticed a few people walking around and they were leaving different colored flowers behind too. A small sign in the corner of the beach they were all on said: 

Beautiful Society. It shouldn't matter where you come from or how big or small you are. You are beautiful and we believe in you no matter what appears to happen. Thanks for coming!

She smiles and her smile turn the sky from a dark black into a bright rainbow sky. She has never thought of herself anymore beautiful until she fell into the mirror.