Save Me, Odysseus

Reflection

August 20, 1220 B.C.-

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My puffy, red, brown eyes staring back at me as if I was watching my soul crumble beneath my eyes. Who was I? I didn't even recognize myself anymore which made my cry even more. It was then that I remember what lead me in this predicament. One of the maids told the suitors about my weaving, destroying any hope I had on avoiding marriage. I knew this was bound to happen, but I never imagine it would be one of my maids who would rat me out. How could they? I treated them well and this thought alone, frustrated me even more. It seem as if nothing of my good doing every worked out. I was always repaid with tragedy and I was tired of it. Frankly, I was tired of life in general and desperately pleaded for a way out as I cried myself to sleep on my bathroom floor.

"Who is this girl I see, staring straight back at me. When will my reflection show who I am inside." –Mulan