Fears come to life (short stories)

He said i wasnt perfect..

I stared in the mirror blankly with my father screaming at me, I stood with my hands together, my softly pastel yellow dress swung softly from the cold breeze of my open window, "you're no perfect girl" he spat at me, I turned to him my eyes widened, "not perfect?.." I turned back to the mirror my eyes were now black and these black spots had started going up my body and onto my face, I screamed in fear punching the mirror, as I thrashed around I ruined my bed and everything else that was set up so perfectly.. my room became this mess it kept filling with garbage and gross bugs, I could hear the buzzing of a fly around my head I shook and cried.. I wasn't perfect, nothing was perfect anymore, I scratched my arm until I felt the prickle of a cold wet substance.. I didn't want to look, I couldn't anymore I closed my eyes, suddenly I was back where I was standing in the mirror, a tear slowly going down my cheek I shook, my father grabbed my arm and looked at me shaking his head dragging me out of the room, that wasn't the first time it's happened.. it always ends up with my father taking me to the doctor, I sighed letting him take me not wanting to start something, I didn't want to see that anymore.. my father stared me down in the car everytime I looked into the mirror, "god that dress is disgusting, is that a stain?" I gasped looking down at the dress, I tried wiping the stain off I just kept trying and trying but it kept getting bigger..

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This one is short but I tried? 🙏🏻😩