The pumpkin and vanilla spice bean candels lit up her pitch black room. Filling her last moments with a scrumptious smell. She walked over her carved hanging mirror, and starred at the reflection. Her kinky curly afro popped before her, her thick lips smothered in gloss,her skin as smooth chocolate you could stare into for years still yearning for more, with her big brown dopey eyes lined with emptiness stood out the most. The biege silk robe curved on her milk chocolate skin, which she couldn't help but run her perfectly polished nails over. Out of the million times she starred into the mirror, it was the first time she was happy to see her reflection, it was finally over. She rocked her hips to the rythem of normal girl by SZA. And realised a smile was plastered across her face for the first time in a while. She was finally happy. She rocked herself to her already made bubble bath. She grabbed her last bath bomb, the one she saved for this exact moment. It was laced with lavender leafs and pure honey extract. She diped her self in warm tub and placed the bomb in, watching it bubble in glee. Her nose pleased with the various scents in the air, and this is exactly how she imagined this moment. She watched as it bubbled down, pleased at the momment. She grabbed her blade that layed on the side of the tub. She glazed it across her skin with out making a scratch, almost feeling too satisfied. She knew she was art. So she would make her self one. So she crafted a rose deeply into her left forearm, the pain didn't hinder her. Then a long vertical slit on her right forearm. She wanted her last moment to be special, and she knew it was. She was finally happy. As weakness grew onto her, the blade fell into a once tub filled with honey and lavender, now with cherry deep blood. She hummed the last notes to the song. She was finally happy.
All she ever wanted was to be was a normal girl. Only to come to a realisation that she wanted to be a happy girl, and has always been a normal girl.
