"Mirror mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all" I say, my hands meeting in the mirror.
"Your mother" mirror me says back to me "obviously not you. Your dirty, your bloody, your hair is a big mess, your just disappointing. Are you expecting to amount to something greater? Well don’t cause you won’t make it. You'll just end up crashing and burning. You’re a disappointment to your mother and to Charlie, especially Charlie. You are dragging him down, you forced him away. Get out of my face, you disgust me" It is true, all of it. There is dried blood on my face, my hair is a mess, and there are tear stains on my cheeks. My whole body is aching from everything that I have been through. I am not completely healed from the accident and the beating didn’t make it any better.
I splash cold water on my face and wash away the dried blood. I brush my hair and pull it up in a pony tail to get it off my neck. This is my routine. The only thing different here is that it is 2 o'clock instead of 11 at night. I don’t know what Charlie would do if he saw me here. I wish he was here to hold me. A girl needs someone to hold her every once in a while, so that she can cry without a reason. I am pitying myself.
"You are the one who put yourself in this situation." I say out loud to myself. But Dominic would find me if I left him. He would hunt me down. I think I am in pain now, no way, if I left I would probably never recover.
But that’s the way it goes.... isn’t it?
"Your mother" mirror me says back to me "obviously not you. Your dirty, your bloody, your hair is a big mess, your just disappointing. Are you expecting to amount to something greater? Well don’t cause you won’t make it. You'll just end up crashing and burning. You’re a disappointment to your mother and to Charlie, especially Charlie. You are dragging him down, you forced him away. Get out of my face, you disgust me" It is true, all of it. There is dried blood on my face, my hair is a mess, and there are tear stains on my cheeks. My whole body is aching from everything that I have been through. I am not completely healed from the accident and the beating didn’t make it any better.
I splash cold water on my face and wash away the dried blood. I brush my hair and pull it up in a pony tail to get it off my neck. This is my routine. The only thing different here is that it is 2 o'clock instead of 11 at night. I don’t know what Charlie would do if he saw me here. I wish he was here to hold me. A girl needs someone to hold her every once in a while, so that she can cry without a reason. I am pitying myself.
"You are the one who put yourself in this situation." I say out loud to myself. But Dominic would find me if I left him. He would hunt me down. I think I am in pain now, no way, if I left I would probably never recover.
But that’s the way it goes.... isn’t it?
