The girl in the mirror was a stranger.
She moved; the girl moved.
She twitched; the girl twitched.
She smiled; the girl smiled back, the warmth never reached her eyes.
She laughed (a mirthless gurgle that richoted off the walls in the empty room); the girl laughed (the same cold chuckle reverberating within the scratched walls of her gilded cage)
And so they continued,
a bizzare dance woven by warped symmetry, distasteful mimicry; with the finishing touches of fury and an appropriate dose of frustration.
And so the sands of time passed them by.
Yet they struggled for power between themselves, for one couldn't live without the other. The claws came out- but then again, how do you hurt something that isn't wholly there?
She had had enough.
The girl raised her hand and flung the bulky rock in it as far as she could.
And so, the rock flew-
driven by an upper lip curled back into a snarl, propelled even further by the deeply furrowed brow set on a face that bore the weight of the world.
The rock hit the mirror and it shattered imstantly; without fuss and void of complaint.
And so, she looked around disbelievingly; hesitant,
waiting, just waiting, for the long drawn-out scream to punctuate the air.
None came.
And the girl realised- it had been in her all this time,
all she had to do,
was just try.
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