Author's Note: Sorry for not updating, dealing with my own trauma. I like reviews, especially encouraging ones, although constructive criticism makes me better, and the better I am the more fun we'll have. Updates might go a little slow until I'm over this a little more. Anyway, to the story, just thought I'd apologize.

Kira awoke the next morning glad to find she hadn't woke up from any nightmares. She looked around surprised not to see Rei. She called out for him.
"No answer," she murmured to herself after a moment. She stood up wincing as she did. She walked into the bathroom and splashed her face with water. She looked up into the mirror.
"Everything's different," she said quietly looking at her reflection. She covered her face with her hands. She walked back into the bedroom and slid canvas out from under the bed. With difficulty, she set up the easel. That was always the hardest part and made even harder by the pain.
She mixed skin tone, shocked to discover she had to add much more white than usual to get it to match. She took the paint and applied a thin layer in the shape of a face and shoulders. She sighed and did the eyes in white, and then a thought occurred. She took her own blood and used it for the irises. She slowly finished the painting layering the paint thicker and thicker. She stepped back at last and looked at it.
She gasped and covered her eyes. It showed her, someone who she now loathed. She ran to the bathroom crying. She took her paint thinner and poured it over herself feeling that if it could clean the brushes it could cleanse her. The paint thinner stung her scratches and cuts. She cried out in agony and turned on the shower. She jumped in and washed before realizing how cold the water was. She shivered as she toweled off.
She took Rei's pocketknife on the dresser and pulled it across her skin. "Dull," she whispered to herself as the replaced it. She frowned and drug her fingernails over her wrist again and again. She cried out when she saw blood. She hadn't expected it to work. She went up to her painting and drug her nails across it.
"I hate you!" she yelled at the painting. She covered her mouth realizing how stupid it was to yell at her painting. She wiped away tears and went back to the mirror.
"There must be something wrong with me. Why was I raped again? I know that if you're raped, it's not your fault, but a by two different people?" she asked the mirror. She looked down at her body. It must be what gave her the attention. She never thought she looked that pretty, but that must be it.
"That's it, I won't let my body get the attention," Kira decided. She got down on the floor and started exercising. "I'll melt it away."
She cried as she did it. She had killed the people she had hated in her head. But what should she do now that she was the object of her hatred? She pondered that as she did crunches, waiting for Rei to return home.