It was Saturday. My alarm clock woke me up. My hand slammed down on it. The house turned quiet again.
I contemplated getting up, maybe watching tv or doing something else. It's been a few days since the school found out about IT and I. I pulled the covers over my head, shuddered and bit my lower lip. I quickly stopped.
I had to find some other habit besides that or else my scabs would never heal. I rolled over and squished a stuffed rabbit. I pulled it out from under my body and looked at it. Two black, beady eyes stared back at me.
When I looked into them deeply enough I saw my own eyes staring back at me. They widened in surprise. I couldn't believe it. I recognized myself, if not just a small fragment.
I wonder...would I be able to finally see myself in a mirror? I opened the closet, got on my knees and turned it around. I sat there, bruised, scabby lipped and having bed head. I sat there for a good five minutes.
Was I really comfortable with what I was looking at? I recognized the girl there; she was me, a survivor. A girl who had fought off her attacker twice and survived and was getting help. I looked at the stuffed rabbit laying in my hand.
Tears welled in my eyes. I shut them. My parents were right. I wasn't a little girl anymore, no matter how much I wanted to be like one again. I slowly stood, tears pouring out of my eyes and shut the door.
I did not turn the mirror around.