She stared in to the mirror, penetrating her own eyes, blood shot pools of brown stared back at her, bearing no emotion
She gazed in to the mirror for a couple minutes... and hear it comma Her sister.
The lollipop.
When she was 6 years old and her little sister was a baby, her parents had left her alone in the room with the baby and a lollipop.
The baby was bouncing up and down and kicked the girl in the face, the little foot leaving a scarlet mark on her cheek.
She was completley fine, and grew up to be a 7 year old who is so tall she fits in to Abercrombie, the girl all the boy's have a crush on and buy expensive gifts for on her birthday, the girl other kids actually tackle eachother to get to play with her.
But at her house, she is a nasty demon, evil in the way she beats the girl when she knows the girl will never hit her back, The way she gets her in trouble, and pretty much tortures on a daily basis.
The mom had develped MS and a drinking problem, from the time the girl was 7-11 she would tell her how she was either a freak or a bitch and how she hated her and couldnt wait for her to move out.
Her siblings never got yelled at her when the mom was drinking.
but when the girl tries to defend herself, she gets yelled at by the mom. the dad is never there because he is a workahollic.
The girl cocked her head so she could listen to the conversation better.
The way this house makes her feel is horrible.
Sitting at her vanity table, being alive feeling so dead....
She tried to figure out what she was feeling, what she was thinking, but found nothing.