She was sitting on the floor, with tears on her face and blood on her hands.
She broke the mirrors she saw.
She was tormented by them.
Through them,she couldn't find herself.
She was about to go for things to clean, when a glimmer caught her eye.
She stood and watched the only entire piece of glass that was left.
She saw herself in it and growled,taking her fist back her head, but before smashing it, she stopped her fist and watched as one lonely tear made it's way through her face...
And she couldn't stop herself from wondering...
There will be someone who loves me like me,right?
She wondered and wondered. Until she came to this question:
Would she ever look at the mirror and not feel disgusted of what looked back?
She took the glass piece in her hand, and clutched it tight while pulling her knees to the front and sat in silence, holding the mirror close to her chest as her last piece of hope.
