Who We Really are

Chapter 17

Ok this is my favorite chapter to read and was my favorite chapter to write. So I have a few quotes for this. AHHH FAVORITE CHAPTER!!!!! Ok sorry I didn't update until late. Kinda forgot, haha anyways. Here ya go!

"Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me. When will my reflection show, who I am inside." 'Reflection' Christian Agulara - From the Mulan soundtrack and that was really hard to write without singing it. xD

"I am afraid to show you who I really am, because if I show you who I really am, you might not like it--and that's all I got." -Sabrina Ward Harrison. I really hope you guys like this chapter. :)

P.S. you should listen to Reflection from Mulan while reading this song just because I love that song and it goes with this chapter.

Chapter 17

I just stared at Torrent. He couldn't hurt me out here. His own creation was also his devastation. If he wanted me he couldn't get me and I felt somewhat superior.

I started walking away back to the town of Survivors but then he said, "You can't hide from me Rehyn." I turned back around, I didn't think you could hear people on the inside when you were on the outside. But this time I wasn't looking at Torrent I was looking at myself. "I'm a reflection" he started saying then our voices melded. It was a horrible sound especially since I wasn't even opening my mouth. "Of who you think you are." The voice had stopped, I was still staring at my own reflection. Then when the voice was perfectly mine it said, "You are your own worst enemy." I just stared at myself. I haven't seen myself in five years. It scared me how different I look. I've lost so much weight and my face was defined and colorless. You could see my cheek bones really clearly and my eyes seemed bluer than usual. Like they were sad.

I touched my face not even being able to really recognize myself. It scared me that I looked older than 15. My hair had lost its color and shine. It was dry and straw like. I could see gray hairs and it made me want to cry. I was a 15 year old who looked like 60 year old. This isn't what is supposed to happen. I shouldn't age sixty years in five. I should age gradually.

I touched my face. I saw how bony my fingers had gotten. How long they were, like a witch.

My face was stained with the recent tear drops and my eyes were puffy and the pupils were rimmed in red.

I couldn't stand it any longer. I punched the Dome thinking it would go away. Hoping that everything would go away. It didn't. The only thing I saw was me.

I wanted the Dome to shatter like a mirror would but it didn't so I turned around and slid down the wall.

I pulled my knees to my chest and hugged them. I put my head down and just started screaming. I didn't care who or what heard me.

When I ran out of breath I started to cry. I hated myself, I was my own worst enemy. All this time I had thought it would be Torrent or Jessica. I never assumed that I would be an adversary of myself.

It made sense though. I hated myself, I made fun of myself, I damaged myself. The only person that could stop all of this hatred was me. The only person worse than me was me. I couldn't stomach that fact as much as I wished I could.

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I don't know how long I sat there. All I knew was that the ice was cold on my butt. My fingers were freezing and so were my toes.

I usually have a blanket that I keep in my backpack but the Cloud confiscated it from me.

I had stopped crying and just sat there with my knees to my chest and my head down.