An Accurate Depiction

sooo, this is a story.
That I wrote.
please tell me your thoughts or oppinions, thank you. :)








It was two o’clock in the morning on a Tuesday night and she sat on her tan carpeted floor hardly stirring at all. She sat there alone. It didn’t matter how late it was, she couldn‘t manage to close her eyes and silence the thoughts that pounded inside her head repetitively, long enough to fall asleep. She was exhausted in everyway, physically, emotionally, and mentally. But it didn’t matter she couldn’t sleep. She stared at her clear, still image in that mirror. That mirror that leaned against her wall, With notes and doodles taped along the edges that her and her friends had drawn during the countless hours they spent at school. A paper thin layer of dust covered the reflecting glass. She lifted her arm enveloped in her long dark blue sleeve and wiped it off. Seeing clearer the reflection it held. Did everyone else see what she did? Did they see the reflection before her? She reached out as to touch the person that was displayed before her eyes. Wishing she could change what she saw. If she could just alter it in almost ever way. At this she scooted closer to the mirror that emulated her image. Learning in till her face was only inches away from the mirror. She stared intensely at her own eyes. At what they held. She watched them slowly be covered with a layer of pent up water. Tears that she had been holding back for months. She didn’t ease up her gaze as the water increased and escaped those hazel eyes of hers. She wondered if everyone could see her weakness, hurt, or all that was going on inside of her. She was afraid they could see. That the whole world knew with one quick, simple glance all that she was feeling. Its why she most of the time avoided any eye contact, even those she was closest to. She feared people could see what was stirring with in her. That she was insecure, inept and broken. She was afraid that they could see the secret that developed more with each passing day. She kept looking. Looking into her eyes. That if maybe she looked long, and deep enough they would give some answer to the unrelenting questions as to who she was, and Who she was supposed to be. Neither of these she had an answer too. All she knew was she wanted to change. Wanted to hide the feelings ceiled with in her. The emotions that never let up. As tears streamed down her face and engulfed her eyes. The image she saw before her became imprecise, and blurred. She liked it that way. She couldn’t see herself. It was a more accurate depiction because honestly, she didn’t even know who she was supposed to see. She didn’t know who she was, or who she was meant to be She sat on that tan floor for hours. Tears streaming down her pale skin until her eyes turned bloodshot from the pain, and confusion with in her. She sat in complete silence until the sound of the rain lulled that beautiful lost girl to sleep.