-Anastasia's POV-
Here in Texas, the end of summer is always the hottest. Today, it was 102°. But that didn't stop me from wearing a sweater. It was sort of baggy on me, evidence that I had lost weight. The sweater was a dark shade red. Sort of like dried blood. I grabbed my only pair of skinny jeans that remained true to the name. Everything else was baggy. These were my favorite, not only because they fit, but because of the style. Since I was short, they sort of formed high waisted skinnys on me. They were a solid black with a few specks of white. Thy looked like a night sky filled with fluorescent stars. They started as only frayed, but over the months I had owned them, they had become "holy."
I took a step back and looked at myself in my full body mirror. I was pale. I was often told my skin looked like that of a porcelain doll. I had naturally red lips. They weren't pink like any normal persons would be. But red. I had hazel colored eyes with flecks of green and a circle of gold that sometimes surrounded my pupil. I had dark auburn hair that went down to my bellybutton. My natural curls confused many, and I was often called a liar when they found out how natural it actually was. I had never touched my hair with a straightener or a curling iron. I kind of let my hair decide how it wanted to look, and if I didn't agree, I simply threw it into a bun.
My eyelashes were think, long, and black. I never used mascara. Many believed this was a lie, too. My eyebrows were thick. I never really messed with them, just brushed them a little. That's all they needed. I used to believe I was pretty. Used to.
-Anastasia's mom's POV-
It had been nearly an hour. She still hadn't came down. "Anastasia?" I called, my voice echoing up the stairs. I waited a few moments, and when she didn't appear or at least acknowledge that I had called her, I ran up the stairs. She was staring into her mirror. I won't say she was staring at herself, because that wasn't the case. She was staring at something beyond that. Something only she could see. She was lost in her own mind again. "Ana." I said, trying to keep the concern out of my voice and I walked towards her resting my hand on her shoulder. Her body jolted and she looked at me with terror evident in her eyes. I took a step back and lifted my hands. "It's just me sweetheart.." I said, tears stinging my eyes. "It's just me."
