MIRROR, MIRROR
If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see. You can find out firsthand what its like to be me…
Eli's POV
I stood looking at the boy that was reflected in the mirror. Above my black boxers my hipbones stuck out from my body. My eyes continued to travel up my body landing on my ribs I pulled a thin wrist up and ran my black painted fingers across each rib. A smile graced my lips as I pulled my arm farther up to my favorite feature. Gently touching my collarbone. I smiled as I whispered "Bones are beautiful."
Drew's POV
I stood in front of the mirror absolutely disgusted with myself "No matter how many times you wash yourself you'll never be clean enough." These thoughts have swirled inside my head ever since the day I killed Anison. His blood is on my hands and it will never come off. I am so dirty I thought "The kind of dirty where the water never cleans off the clothes" I whispered. I won't tell anyone what did I'll just continue to just stand in front of the mirror drowning in regret and self hate.
Katie POV
"Fat, fat, FAT" my mind screamed "that's why Drew broke up with you because your fat and ugly" I met my eyes in the mirror. Deep purple bags surrounded my tired blue eyes. I kept glaring at my reflection and finding and focusing on all my flaws. "You're less than perfect," my inside voice kept saying over and over again. Tears streamed down my face and I fell to my knees. Broken down and sobbing on floor of my bathroom "I'm pathetic" I spoke softly "I'm absolutely pathetic"
Clare's POV
I sat in front of the mirror watching myself apply my eyeliner. I never had really bad self image problems but like every other teen in the world I have something I absolutely hate about myself… my dorky past. Whenever I look at myself I seem to see that dorky 9th grader that a lot of people at school see me as. Sometimes I just plain hate myself I mean both Jake and Eli pushed me away when I tried to get closer to them. "What is wrong with me?" I questioned almost expecting an answer.
Bianca POV
"Slut, whore, bitch, skank, hoe" my mind started "worthless, useless" my mind continued on throwing every insult in the book at me. I stood in a bra and soffees. "I'm such a whore I cant even count how many guys I've been with on one hand… unless there's a calculator in said hand." I act so confident but really I can't stand myself so I basically sold my soul to drugs, alcohol, and sex. I hate who I was and I hate that no one can grasp, understand, or believe that I can change… only Mrs. Torres believes in me… not even my aunt or my own family. "I am so screwed up" I spoke breaking the silence that had enveloped the room
Adam's POV
Stepping out of the shower I held the towel tightly to my body. While drying my body I tried to not look at myself I'll only be disgusted and dressed in a pair of boxers and my binder. Walking to the full length mirror I examined my body. It was lacking… well everything I had no masculine features but I did have something I hated, my most obvious birth defect… boobs. "Gracie…" I started "this mirror isn't big enough for the two of us." I stood looking at my self for a little while longer noticing the scars on my wrist and the larger scar on my shoulder. Getting sadder and angrier I felt my blood boiled and my hands balled up in fist raising my arm I punched the mirror as hard I as I could. I watched the reflective glass shatter to the tiled floor "Oh great" I mumbled "now I have seven years of bad luck."
Authors Note: Hi guys! I've been focusing on one-shots for a while. If you read my page it has some stories that may come in the future I'm working on them I'll post them during Summer break when I have time to post consistently :)