She felt so ugly. So, so, ugly. Uglier than anything that you could ever think of. She wished that she would have just been born a rock, hidden in the deep caverns and away from humanity.
Why she couldn’t be like the other girls, she didn’t know.
She traced her fingers through the silver lining of the mirror. An ugly reflection stared back at her. She clenched her fist and broke through the glass, shattering shards into her knuckles. Tears flowed from her eyes, and her mascara etched the pain that she felt through her skin.
All those memories, which she wasn’t a part of, haunted her. Maybe if she was prettier, he would have been hers.