Loathing
A/N: This is for a contest on a forum I'm on called Anime Roleplay.
Deadline: 11/30/13
Prompt: Mirrors (so a mirror is the focus)
Warnings: Death, Self Hate
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An alarm clock rung loudly within the small bedroom, its annoying ring went on for about a minute before a pale hand slammed down on it. Slowly a teenage girl, probably around 17 years old, sat up. She stretched her arms slowly above her head trying to get the stiffness out of her muscles before jumping out of her bed. She grabbed a red shirt with a white circle on it and a pair of black jeans. She was about to go through usual morning routine before she looked at the body length mirror on her closed bathroom door.
She reached up to the girl on the mirror. Slowly she 'touched' the hand of the girl. Emerald looked at emerald with hate. The girl before her looked horrible in her eyes. The once bright healthy pink hair was dull and flat around the pallid face before her. Her eyes looked dull even though they were sparking with her anger. Anger, however, wasn't the only emotion in those eyes. Pain lingered heavily within those eyes, the eyes that she had grown to hate as much as the rest of the world.
Sakura's so desperate, she's disgusting throwing herself at him like that, and she isn't that pretty at all. I mean look at her. Who could be attracted to someone like that? Sakura heard Ino's words run in her head again and again. Looking at the mirror again she couldn't blame Ino for saying what she said. The mirror revealed a girl who had an oversized forehead, a soccer body, and overly pale skin, her skin so pale from not going out unless she absolutely needed to.
"You're a failure, a disgusting failure," She growled at the mirror watching her reflection mouth the words.
Sakura scowled deeply at the reflection, her hatred growing as she continue to look at the mirror. She couldn't handle the way she looked, so depress, so sad. She just couldn't look away from her reflection. Finally she exploded and punched the mirror hard. The glass shattered, much like she had on the inside. She looked at all the faces staring at her from the now broken mirror. They mocked her, like her friends and family did. She fell to her knees, not caring about how the shards cut into her legs. She reached for one of the many faces looking her and picked it up. She stared for the longest time before she took the piece of mirror to her free arm.
Sakura pressed the cold object to her arm and cut the words ugly whore deep into her arm. She smiled as she watched blood pour down her arm and onto the pieces of mirror that reflected her. This is the last time I have to look at that face, she thought ever so happily. She felt at peace despite the pain in her arm. Finally she let out her last breath falling onto the pieces of broken mirror.
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A/N: Sorry about how dark it is, but this is what came to mind when I saw the prompt. Please review, but don't give me advice on how to improve it until after the deadline. Thank you for reading.
