She stared intently at her reflection in the mirror. The person staring back wasn't her. It couldn't be her. The person staring back was a monster.
How did she become that? When did she get so fucked up?
How did she end up there? Running from the law, from the memories, from her loved ones, and most importantly, running away from him. His haunting memory tortured her every minute of every single day, and she had past the point where she couldn't even tell what was real and what were just creations of her twisted mind.
