All I Wanted

She fell down against the wall adjacent to the mirror.
She stared.
And stared.
"My eyes are too dark of a blue"
"There are too many freckles dotting my skin."
"Why must I be paler than porcelain"
Too many times this has happened.
Too many times she had gotten away from herself.
And too many times had Finley almost slipped away from the grasp the world had on her small slitted wrists.