Mirror, mirror on the wall, which one is the biggest of them all?
She looks at the mirror that's hanging from an old, crooked nail in the wall that's, after all these years, still barely holding the whole thing up.
She's watching her own reflection. She sees the scar tissue showing all over her body; scars, bruises, cuts, scratches, all the wounds that tattooed her body, that made her to who she is now.
Her eyes start at her toes and slowly work their way up. The scar on the middle of her right foot, all the bruises on her lower legs, the red marks on of her knees, the chafing on her inner thighs, the stretch marks on her belly, legs, arms and chest. Blood running down her fingers from picking up all the broken pieces
Her eyes go up to her neck, an ugly healed surgical scar right in the middle. Her mouth, a chipped tooth on the inside, a scar on the top of her palate, crooked teeth, her lips still bleeding from the last time someone touched them. Her nose crooked.
She closes her eyes and slowly lifts her head the last bit. She takes a deep breath and slowly opens her eyes, she's looking herself right in the eyes, they contain the hidden scars only she can see. She can't help but to just fall to the floor and cry.
Olivia West is a typical teenage girl. She has a group of awesome friends, a pretty face and a liking for boys. There is a new guy in school, and he is causing a lot of talk between Olivia and her friends. Fights will go down, rumors will be spread and friendships will be lost. The one question is, who will stay with Olivia until the end?
Sneak peek:
"How could you do this to me?" I scream at him, tears running down my face. Jack rubs his forehead.
"Olivia, I told you, it was a mistake. A huge mistake. I still love you!" he says urgently. I smile cruelly, despite my crying.
"Well, Jack, maybe you should of though of that before you went and cheated on me". He looks at me sadly.
"I will only love you" he says quietly. I run a hand through my hair, another wave of tears coming on.
"Don't call me beautiful then pour yourself into the arms of someone more beautiful" I say. Jack takes a step towards me.
"Olivia", he says putting his hand on my shoulder, "there is no one more beautiful". My heart skips a beat, as if for a moment, time has been re-winded back to a time where he made me feel special. The feeling is brief.