Chapter 7
The room looked the same as I remembered: white walls and a grey floor, mirror shards everywhere, and one whole mirror hung up on the wall. Walking over to it and making sure I didn't puncture my bare feet with the shards, I looked at my face and sought out the scar. Moving some of my hair out of my face, I saw the small long white line near the hairline, which I always kept hidden. For the first time in years, I looked at it. I looked at my face. At my eyes leaking tears. How much I've grown since then.
I don't know how long I've been in the room, but I left when my feet hurt from standing so long. Walking into a different hall, I entered a room that I've only entered at night, when my parents were gone: the library. My parents looked down on reading, so I was forbidden to read for fun. Because of that, I started to steal books from the library at night when my parents left. 'They aren't here now, so I might as well come in.' I reasoned. Upon entering the room, I stopped short. During the day, it looked beautiful. Walking around the large bookshelves and tables and chairs, I never wanted to leave. Then I saw the mirror. Hesitating, I walked up to it. I wanted to try something. Closing my eyes and stopping right in front of it, I took a few deep breaths. Then I opened my eyes and stared at myself until I heard a clock chime 2.
As I walked out of the library I decided I need to look at myself more often.