Carved
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Looking in the mirror she softly traced the indents in her lips.
The dried blood.
And the scabs.
Her lips looked red against her pale face.
It was a sinister, disturbing look.
The type one would expect to see in a mirror haunting them in a movie.
She softly dragged her bleeding finger tips down her mirror leaving thin streaks of blood in their wake.
She ran her yellow fingernails along the thin cracks in the mirror.
The cracks that if she looked closely enough she could faintly see the ghostly image of Austin buried.
He was trapped in the mirror.
But just like his death.
She only stared.
She had grown used to this.
For it showed her she truly had gone insane with guilt.
Her lights were off.
Her eyes were large as reflection of reflection showed in her dark eyes.
She had gone against the world.
And lost.
And she wasnt taking that chance any more.
She was never going to leave her room.
Her college letters piled up on her dresser.
She never opened them.
She wasnt going to go to school.
She was going to stare at herself in the dark.
Slowly losing her mind.
Until the day she died.
She didnt care about which dorm, or classes she would attend.
For it all was just a faint memory no longer existent to her.
It was a life she felt as though she had never lived.
For all she knew now was the deep abyss of depression that she was stuck in.
And she didnt fear that she would never get out.
She didnt care.
This was what she had brought herself down to.
A guilt induced depression.
It didnt mean that she never had feelings for him.
But feelings had played very little.
Because when she watched him hang there.
She wasnt really scared or worried.
She was mostly guilty.
If she hadnt been a push over.
If she hadnt told him she wanted to do something.
Any way she could have prevented it.
She thought it up.
And it tore at her.
Until she was reduced to nothing.