Catch Me In The Rain

3. Hidden

I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. I had wiped away the steam from the mirror, so all I saw was my brown hair draped over my bare shoulders as little drops of water trickled down my arms. A green towel was wrapped around my chest. I stared at myself, gazing at the fair skin that covered my body, like a sheet on a bed. I was feeling very conscious about how I looked. I guess that's because Marceline is beautiful. It's kinda hard when you have a gorgeous best friend that people always compare you to.

"Oh did you ever notice marcelines beautiful curls? How natural! People with straight hair are just too dull."

"Oh Marceline, you are just so mature for your age. You are just absolutely beautiful! I guess your friend over here is a late bloomer." 

I sighed as I tightened the towel around my chest. The mirror began to fog up again so instead of wiping it away, I drew a frowny face. And for some reason, I felt beautiful. My frown became a grin and my tears became just another one of the water drops that collected on the tile floor, creating a large puddle near my feet. 

"What happened to you?" My fingers stroked my cheek as yet another tear threatened to fall down my delicate face. My frowny face in the mirror began to fog up again. My tears started to become stronger as they overpowered the strength of my eyes that tried so hard to keep them back. My nose scrunched up, revealing a faint whimper to come out of my mouth. My anger shot through my body, sending a wave of rage to my fists as they pounded the hand held mirror that lay still on the bathroom counter. My whimpers and screams turned to faint sighs as I lifted up my bloodied fist from the small, shattered glass that used to show my reflection as a young child. I brought my fist close to my face, revealing small slits on the side of my hand. I took my index finger and wiped away the blood. I wiped my finger onto the large bathroom mirror and wrote BEAUTIFUL. I picked up the largest piece of glass and took it with me into my bedroom.

   It was the morning after and my phone buzzed on my night stand, which scared the hell out of me. I looked and saw there was a message from my favorite person ever, Marceline. A picture that my mom took of us when we were little flashed on the screen. It was about 6:30 in the morning and my hand was wrapped in an old Hand towel. I picked up my phone and unlocked the message. 

"Willow we have to leave soon. "