The wreck I was

The wreck I was...

Sitting in business class, yet again, drinking champagne whilst watching a random chick-flick on a screen that would be a cinema screen to a mouse. My eyes slowly started to become heavy and before I know it, I am asleep.

Lying on my bed, once again, crying over a boy; a boy that will never love me. My best friend is the cause of my pain; the pain I've had to deal with for five years. The pain that has turned me into a shell of myself, created a hole in my heart and turned me into a wreck. ​​​​ I stood up from my bed and walked to the cracked mirror on my bedroom wall and peered at the reflection of a girl that looked, not at all, like me. This girl looked broken...

Makeup had steamed down my red face, my sunken eyes looked grey instead of the crystal blue orbs they used to be, my lips were swollen and chapped from my constant biting and my hair looked like a birds nest. Matted, tangled and dull. My skin was pale, almost white, like paper; littered with cuts that were visible through my thin t-shirt and just below my pyjama shorts. Some were angry and red, new ones. Others were white and faded, old ones, battle scars from my past. ​​ I looked again at the broken doll before me, her whole body littered with imperfections and hatred for herself...

I grabbed a book from my shelf and without thinking threw it at the ugly, stupid, unloved girl in the mirror with a scream. The mirror shattered and the daggers were strewn on the floor with the light violently shining off them. Now it was broken, just like me...

I awake, startled. I thought these dreams had stopped; I will not be haunted by my past. I will not become that girl again. I am strong...