Reflection- A Louis Tomlinson FanFiction

I stand in front of the mirror, wanting to gag at the sight myself. I drop to my knees, unable to withstand the agony and pain of myself. The fresh torments and tortures of today echo through my mind and bounce off against the thin walls of my body which barely hold me together. My anguished scream fills the room as I pull the roots of my hair. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I fall to the floor. Sunlight flashes through my window, blinding me. I struggle to push my frail body off the floor and limp towards the window, a sudden desire to see the world beyond me. I see a familiar girl with blonde hair, cascading down her shoulders and back, her head thrown back in laughter. Her blue eyes pop and crinkles form at the side of them as she flashes a smile as radiant as the sunlight itself. Dimples form at the side of her cheeks as she continues to laugh and smile as a she swings back and forth on a tire swing. Her slender body curves and sways in such elegant movements, I am unable to comprehend. Her skin glows brilliantly, as white as pearl itself, contrasting much to the crumpled, blemished paper like mine. The floral wreath on her head falls to the ground in a sudden jerk of the wind. She seems to find this amusing and laughs again. An angelic sound like bells tinkering. So sweet. I envy the girl. My blood boils a the sight of her pure enjoyment. She is happily laughing while my world is like glass shattering piece by piece. That seems somewhat strange, because that girl is me. Well, WAS me.