𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 | leonardo h.

𝐈 | andi

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ᴀ ɴ ᴅ ɪ.
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𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕀ℕ𝔾 back was a reflection of myself, a Hawaiian girl's features accentuated to the extreme with sparkly makeup. I pursed my lips, silently judging what I liked and did not like about this makeup look.

For one, I liked the wispy lashes as well as the sharp eyeliner which ran far longer than usual. I also liked the sparkly purple eyeshadow that faded into pink and was accompanied by blue rhinestones on the lids of my eyes. It made my eye color stand out and appear more interesting than it actually was.

An illusion.

Illusions intrigued me: the types which made you believe you were staring at something which was ultimately false. Fake appearances, fake everything really—hidden truths.

My brows were shaded to be darker and sharper, everything about this look was sharp—each line perfectly precise. Even I will admit that this was a lot: the colors, the sharpness, the edges, the rhinestones. But, it was also how I liked it.

I liked the makeup looks that were a lot, the looks that were borderline futuristic and out-of-this-world, the ones that were all sparkles and all colors.

With each stroke of the make up brush, my hand moved with perfect skill. I figured that I must have always liked makeup, it seemed that way with the natural motor skills I attained for it.

Plus, my mother claimed that this was one of my favorite things to do.

The smile that was once adorning my face faded. No longer was this pretty new makeup look enough to keep me content, not with remembering the accident that happened eight months ago.

Eight months ago.

Nothing has been the same since then.

I woke up in a hospital, it was a hospital on a secretive government base. My mother served as a CIA agent, it was why I was able to be treated on that nice and expensive government base located somewhere in Colorado.

It was so secretive that even I wasn't allowed to know the exact location, and I had been there for nearly four months!

Everyone working there had all been so nice to me, and extremely attentive (although the questions had been a bit odd at first).

Apparently, as they had told me, I was in a terrible car accident. They did not believe that I was even going to survive, it's a miracle that I did while also sustaining little to no physical damage. Not so much as a scar, only a few bruises that healed within a week or two.

No, the true damage had been done internally, specifically to my mind.

Memories, everything that I ever knew of myself and others completely gone. Wiped as though they never existed in the first place.