Mirror.

One shot.

Rachel smiled while she was slowly and carefully braiding her lilac hair. She loved doing that, it made her feel at peace. No one was talking to her or interrupting her.

Everything went suddenly silent as she wished a long time ago.
Everything but the voices in her head telling awful things to turn upside down that beautiful smile she had.

She just ignored them. She ignored the screams and the bad words that kept running in her ears.

«Today it's another day» she said to herself «Pretend to be happy like you did yesterday, like you'll do tomorrow.»

She sighed. «Pretend. Just pretend.»

Rachel took her favourite lipstick from the desk's first drawer: it wasn't actually her favourite, she didn't even like putting stuff on her lips, but people liked the way she wore it.

‘You're so pretty today’ they said everytime, lying and lying again.

People liked it. People.
Why are they always so important?

Her mouth was brightly red now, like she had just finished eating blood.

Disgusting.

Hands in her hair, trying to fix them the best way she could.

She went right in front of the mirror, she stopped.

All she could see was a boy, a sad boy, with tears on his cheeks, there were dark circles under his blue eyes .

«We have to wait. Be patient, Rich. We're gonna survive this.»

She left.
Under her mask, he was screaming loudly.