Mirror Of A True Life

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The room was filled with much emotion. Confusion was trapped between the painted walls. It was to dark out to look out the window and see the homes ahead that night. All was calm in the dim-lighted space. That is, all but the little body which was gently nestled in the far corner of the sweetly smelled room. She sat, legs bunched to her chest with her arms crossed around it, infront of the mirror. The mirror watched her as tears fell from her salt-water filled eyes. It seemed to mock her in such a humorous way that made her tears run faster. Not knowing what to do, she quickly reacted to the harsh actions of the reflection and kicked the mirror away, leaving it to fall, but without a crash or a crack. Angered now, the tears came in faster and faster.3

The mirror continued to provoke her patience. Its continuous annoying actions seemed to tease her along through the night. She became a game to the mirror. Her problems, her tears, her fears, her non-stop emotions only fed to the pleasure of this game it has created out of her. The night was now coming to and end yet she still sat and let her tears roll down from her eyes to her mouth and chin. Embarrased at the harsh night that it had caused, the mirror seemed to fade away, but only to return again later on that following night. But as for now, it stored away to its safe area to rest. It left with its final words of the night being, "And here's to the curse of hell to you, my deviled child."4

The mirror built into her wall laughed away the past night, pleased at what it saw. As the night turned into day, she still sat at the place where she was left, facing her closet. The warm radiance of the new morning's sun light danced across the cream-colored carpeted floor. Along in the distance, you can hear the doors of the neighboring cars outside shut as they drive off early in the morning to work. It was still yet another hour before it would be her in one of those cars driving off to school. Although, knowing there was only an hour to get ready for the upcoming reoccuring hell day, she still sat in her corner. The face of the small-bodied creature was streaked with salt from the tears that had fell the night before. Deciding to calm herself before she would try to even get ready for the day, she allowed time to pass away.5

She let half and hour pass before she got ready for the day. Taking a quick glance at the provocative mirror, she let one last tear fall and dry before she put on a new fake smile to carry on her face for the day. She kept these smiles tucked away for safe keeping for it was the only thing that kept the ones she loved away from the terrible life she really lives. Little do they know about what goes on through her head each day and night. But it didn't matter now, as long as no one is being hurt, she was fine. Quickly realizing she only had thirty minutes to finish up getting ready for school, she rushed into the bathroom to give her face one last rinse to wash away the salt and hurrily do her makeup to cover what the night had done to her. As she lifted her face from the sink, the mirror afront her gave a sly hastly smile and silently wispered, "Goodluck today, you need it, my deviled child." Ignoring the sound, she grabbed her makeup bag and started to apply the usual and natural colors: eyeliner, mascarra, and the 2 shades of brown eyeshadow. She again looks into the mirror as it says to her once more, "Put more on, you need it, my deviled child." She finishes her makeup and walks out the door for the school with her makeup and hair nicely done, clothes carefuly chosen out, and a fake smile spred across her face.6