Revelations
She stood before the mirror. Her reflection gazed back at her in a mixture of hatred and disgust. Her fingers reached out to trace the fragile line of her jaw. What had happened to the girl that everyone acclaimed was so beautiful? She was gone.
Lori knew what had happened. Each moment she stared in the mirror it became more clear. The eyes, the eyes were the same. That deep brooding gray. What truly lies behind these wild eyes. Everything else was so....... different.
She reached up to touch her face lightly. Her fingers grazed her smooth, pale, translucent skin. She recalled a time when that very skin held a high pink healthy tone; her limbs long and supple, lightly bronzed by the kiss of the sun above. Her bright eyes and smile, the slight sensual tilt of her chin, had once been the amour of almost every man or boy she have ever met. It was no longer that way, nor would it ever be again.
Lori’s eyes then took on a sad and melancholy glaze as she gazed upon herself in silent agony. Her beautiful lustrous hair, now, lank and dull. The dark circles of black makeup, hiding the even darker circles of sleeplessness. Her eyes, a light shade of gray, gleamed deeply from their dark sunken sockets.
She closed her eyes, one of her fingers smudging her makeup down her cheek. A small helpless noise escaped her throat as a tide of tears threatened to wash over her. Her body fell limply to the floor; squeezing her eyes shut tightly. A small solitary tear escaping it’s invisible cage to tread a small black trail of desolation behind it’s lonely path.
Startled by the wave of emotion she turned quickly away from the mirror. Her small bird-like hands fluttering suddenly to obscure herself from her vision. Standing still in place, she remained; sobs occasionally racking her frail body.
Finally, the sobs subsiding. Lori sullenly surveys the room, her room. Images plastered along every wall, their eyes seem to stare into her, which, caused a deep shame within her. As she reaches to cover the eyes of her solitary observers her sleeve e slips slowly up her frail arm, exposing the smooth shiny scars which trail her wrists.
Frantically she scrambled to cover them back up, not wishing to be reminded of that tragic ordeal.
The scars were all the remained of the horror. Though, she thought sadly to herself, it was not the first or the last attempt she will probably ever make. A deep shudder passed through her body as she recalls the ancient memories.
At last she mustered the courage to turn back to the mirror. Her image still remained within the glass, as dark and ghastly, as before. But, this time she saw something different. Something she had never seen there before. Hope.
The revelation made her gasp in surprise. Her eyes opened wider as she leaned closer to her twin, inspecting her reflection. She scrubbed furiously at her makeup and stripped all her clothing off quickly. Each article of black clothing fell easily off her thin body to the floor. Each breath a struggle as she tried to refuse the intense urge to look at herself exposed in the mirror’s face. Her rasping breath the only sound within her chamber, her prison.
The chill of the room makes her shiver. Her eyes open wide in shock. A longing filled her for this sensation to come again. A slight tingling sensation was beginning to over take her body.
The longer she gazed upon her image the stronger the feeling became. A slight smile spread across her lips. She began to chuckle softly, deep within her throat. A healthier tone began to flush her skin. Her eyes danced wildly with life and hopes of revenge.
“It isn’t over yet!” she screamed, laughing hysterically inside the empty house. The hollow sound held a solemn promise..... for the future.