I stared at my clouded reflection, admiring how much I have changed. It was then that I saw how much a person could change in ten years. My hair was long, my body matured. A couple of inches added to my height. Taking in what seemed to be an unbelievable sight, all I could do was stand and stare. The trashed shirt that covered a tank top I wore fit more than I had thought it would. Everything seemed so unrealistic, was this really who I was? This girl in the mirror staring back at me covered in blood and sweat and grime? Why did I let myself get this way, how could I be brought into everything that has happened? I started searching for an answer, and now there are multiple questions unanswered.