Monster in the Mirror

I used to be one sick puppy...

That monster in the mirror, I swear she isn’t me. Not that shaking, growling, crying, broken mess splattered across the mirror like a clod of dirt. Her breath comes in short gasps, her eyes burn holes in the mirror, red rimmed and brimming with a torrential waterfall of tears. Her hair is in a high ponytail, exposing the strained neck muscles and quivering heartbeat just above the collarbone. That monster in the mirror, no, no she can’t be me.

Not that creature with the runny nose and sweat tentatively glistening on her forehead. Not that creature with the blood on her lips and a smear of vomit on her cheek. No, not that broken little freak with two fingers coated in a layer of blood…

No, no that hideous little monster couldn’t possibly be me.

Oh but she is...

Author's Note

Wrote then when I was like fourteen I think. Can't remember, could have been fifteen.