I stared at her. Not the way some looks at a lover, a friend or even liked. I stared at her with a look of pure hate, and she stared back. I knew her well but she had changed since the death of her parents. Her hair was naturally ginger but she had dyed it with strips of red and yellow. Like wavy flames licking here face. I hated her. She had pushed all people who cared about her away. All she wanted to do was be alone and yet here I am. We both did not want to be here, but I could not turn away, her eyes looked deep into mine, as if looking for my soul. I was scared. She was one person I never wanted to see but was always there. Every where I turned...
I stepped away from the mirror.
