I am rooted to the spot as I take in this person in front of me. I'm staring at a girl I do not recognize. The stranger looking back is as still as me. I would consider her appearance average. Average height, slim with the curves of a young woman. Her mahogany colored hair is shaped in to a messy bun at the nape of her neck held in place with an assortment of pens. A few tresses have fallen out, framing her slender face. She would be as unnoticeable as anyone else if it wasn't for her face.
Her delicate features are etched in pain and she is frowning. I have a sudden urge to to rub my thumb along her forehead and smooth out the creases. In the time it's taken me to blink she has slipped the mask back on and composed herself. Her expression is one of serenity. But it's her deep-set eyes the color of chestnuts that betray her. And what I see behind them is almost crippling.
I don't know how long I stand there, focused on her. Trying to work out the puzzle that is this girl in front of me. I give her what is meant to be a reassuring smile, one she returns as fake as mine. Not a word has been spoken in this time, nor does it need to be. She already knows what I'm thinking. A heavy sigh escapes my lips and with one last look I turn from the mirror and climb out of my bedroom window.