She stood in front of the mirror, her hands clinging to her throat like it was the lifeline to her sanity.
You're pathe-
There was a knock at the door, and in a flash her hands flew away from her throat as she swivelled to the left in surprise.
"Annabelle, is everything okay?" her mother called. The door rattled. "Why have you locked the door?"
She looked back at the mirror, cursing its existence. I never should have put that damned mirror in my room.
"Everything's fine," she croaked back, her voice raw from the tears that had been previously streaming down her face. "I'm just getting changed."
Annabelle heard a sigh before her mother's footsteps slowly faded away.
"I'm fine," she whispered in the deafening silence. She turned her body back to the mirror as she pinched the skin under her throat once more.
"I'm fine."
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Teen FictionIt's an endless search for something that even the sharpest eyes cannot see. [Beautiful cover made by rigor_samsa.]
