She stared into the mirror.
And she stared at the girl who looked back with the scar that crossed her face and the patch of metal above her brow, and the spokes of the implants in her ears.
She remembered the stares, some of horror, some of pity.
She had tried to disguise them with fringes, by holding her head a certain way, fiddling with her hair…
They're still there you know. You can't hide them.
She would have said she wished people didn't look at her as if she was a freak
Let them stare
But wishing was nonsense. Wishing never accomplished anything.
Let them stare.
She pulled her hair away from her face.
She looked at the girl staring back at her.
Yes, this was her.
Not some child hiding.
Let them stare.
A/N: Had to fix the formatting on this it went a bit weird,