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ROSEANNE
Running the brush through my brown locks of hair, I stare at the reflection in front of me.
The reflection staring back.
We were so different but so alike.
She was me as much as I was her.
We were one.
Through her, I saw the truth.
The truth about who I am.
What I am.
My brown orbs run across my face until they land on the dark circles under my eyes.
They were bruised with exhaustion.
I just wanted to close my eyes and fall into an endless slumber.
I should be sleeping, but my mind was too overwhelmed with the never ending thoughts. So I took a shower in hope of finding some peace.
But it seems to have done the opposite.
The thoughts seemed to have amplified.
Gripping the brush in my hand, I run it through the tips of my previous damp hair.
Looking in front of me, my eyes lock in the mirror, the plain brown orbs staring back at me.
There was no spark anymore.
They were dull. No longer alive. Nothing a hollow emptiness was present.
But those eyes were the key to a deep void hidden inside me.
One that would stay hidden forever.
It was better that way, they would hinder my real feelings from the rest of the world.
Including me.
With a deep sigh, I place the brush on my lap.
And I raise my hand until it covers my pale cheek, void of any life.
Large brown eyes and plain brown hair stared back at me, taunting me in a way.
Reminding me that I was just a simple girl.
That I was nothing.
That's all you will ever be.
Nothing.
And don't you ever forget that.
The voices resonate in my head and I look down in shame.
You should be embarrassed of yourself. How dare you talk to James, a boy way out of your league.
It's pitiful.
Removing the palm from my cheek, I watch my hand clenches into a fist.
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