Windows to the soul

Quinn looked at the hello kitty analog clock on her bedside table that she had received for her 8th birthday. It seemed so long ago and so inappropriate for what she was about to do, it read 11:23.

"It should be late enough…"

She thought as she began to tiptoe out of her bedroom. As she walked, she caught sight of her full reflection in the large mirror on the back of her door. She saw her recently short blonde hair pulled into a little ponytail with lots of pieces falling out of the front. She saw her pink lacy nightgown clinging to her body. She paused to start to look at her eyes, but stopped. Too scared of what she might see. Eyes are the window of the mind, soul, and body, and she didn't like any of that anymore.

She padded down the narrow hallway to her mother's room and craned her neck to see the crack between the bottom of the door and the floor and saw the absence of light, and heard the absence of sound. She closed her eyes, took a breath of oxygen, and tiptoed back to her room.