Geez people. I know this probably isn't the greatest read but you would think that someone would at least leave an opinion.

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Is it wrong of me to hate the look of my own reflection-

When my reflection doesn't show what's in my heart?

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Halloween 2010-

She stood in the window of her darkened bedroom tightly clutching at the sleeves of her fluffy robe and trying not to flinch every time something hit the side of the house or she heard someone- probably one of the many costumed children below yell gleefully, "Monster! Monster! Monster!" And felt the familiar prickling of tears sting her eyes.

Why? Why did people insist on calling her that when she wasn't a monster. She was sick. Dying, if she was perfectly honest.

It wasn't her fault her illness had made her hair fall out. Or her teeth. Or made her lose her fingernails all while seemingly aging her forty years or so physically despite the fact that she was actually just ten years old.

Feeling the all too familiar feeling of wetness on her pale and withered cheek- she reached up with a frail hand and wiped it away. Not wanting her dad to see it when he came back from the store with their usual Halloween treats and such.

Due to the fact that he didn't allow her to leave the house, he brought her presents to keep her occupied. Toys, clothes, books, jewelry, food- you name it her doting father got it. And that included special things for her to play dress up in at home on nights like this when the streets were crowded with snot nosed little punks who hurt her for no reason.

Instead of taking her out on Halloween her father had made a habit of going to the store and buying a shit load of costumes and candy and then returning home and letting her do the whole trick or treat thing in the comfort of their own home. Where he could hand her the treats and tease her mercilessly; before they'd settle down for the night and watch whatever monster movies were playing on TV for tonight.

Gritting her jaws together so hard they began to hurt- she was about to reach out and throw open her window when she heard her father shouting at the kids below- his voice echoing even over the screams of the startled and frightened children as they all scattered every which way.

Obviously afraid of what he may do if he caught them. Not that it mattered much since he knew their parents and made so perfectly clear with his last words to them all. "You better run you little shits! I know where each of you live and I know all of you're parents too." The kids all ran faster, never even stopping to look back once.

Possibly afraid that he'd break out a magic wand or something and change them all into little toads. Which would serve them right after what they had done to their house plus her- not that she was bitter or anything as she watched him pick his way across their once immaculate yard- now full of busted pumpkins, TP'd trees and of course their egged house.

Muttering darkly under his breath, she knew the exact moment he was in the house. She could feel his presence like a living, breathing security blanket- it was so warm and she always felt so much better when he was around. She felt safe...ya know?

She didn't have to hear the bags of goodies he'd gotten at the store being set down. She didn't have to hear him rummage through on or come up the stairs with three bags in one hand and two long boxes tucked under one arm as he made his way down the hall to her bedroom and paused outside the room and shifted the items he'd picked up.

She could almost sense his excitement even before he opened the door and she saw the big grin on his face. He only got that grin when he had done something to surprise her with something he thought she'd love.

Sort of like how for her last birthday, shortly after her illness had started to really show- he'd taken a month off of work and spent every day driving her nuts. In a good way mind you, but nuts just the same.

She blamed his need to do so on the fact that her mother had died in a freak elevator accident when several of the cables had broke and the brake on the elevator hadn't been up to date. She hadn't been the only person who had died- but Kira recalled her dad had taken it quite hard.

She could only imagine how he would take her death once it happened.

"Hey princess, guess what?"