I, Lily Luna Potter, stand in front of the mirror, naked.
Starring at my body.
The one that haunts me.
My ribs are visible.
Mirrors.
My boobs are practically non existent.
Mirrored.
My legs are bones.
Mirror.
My wrists are too thin and are cluttered with old scars and new cuts.
Mirrored. Mirrors. Mirror.
I used to be shy.
Reflection.
Used to care about what people thought of me.
WEAK.
I was weak.
I still am.
My face is drown of colour.
Reflected.
Ghost like.
My hair flat.
It's blood red.
Cringe.
Contrasting well against my pale skin.
My lips are chapped and broken.
Sickly.
Bags under my eyes grow.
Drooping.
I walk around my apartment like this. Surrounded by mirrors to come to terms with my body.
Myself.
Reflection.
I fall back onto my bed.
Another mirror.
Determined to get better.
To overcome my disorders.
Mirror.
But it's easier said than done.
I eat a salad.
Throw up the lettuce not 10 minutes later.
This isn't something I can control anymore.
Sick.
Wrong.
The door to my apartment opens.
I curl, covering myself.
I hear the click of the keys turning to lock it again.
I close my eyes.
Free from the mirrors.
I hear his footsteps coming closer to me.
I curl further into myself.
I feel his lips on mine.
I kiss back just as passionately.
'Have you seen yourself today?' He mumbles against my neck smirking.
I nod slightly.
'Just imagine my surprise when I walk into my room to find a beautiful nude girl lying curled up on my bed?' He laughs.
'You took my clothes prick.' I mutter, trying to show some anger, that never comes to me whenever he is around.
I open my eyes, and his stormy grey eyes find my hazel ones.
His hand travels up my sides, as he kisses me again.
I pull lightly on his blonde hair.
While he runs his fingers through mine.
Because he can save me from me.
Scorpius Malfoy is my saviour.
Is my roommate.
Is my boyfriend.
Is my love.
And he can save me.
Because he over came his disorder.
He can help me with mine.