Who I amA Story by Quaint Lil Lady
My glazed, dappled doppelganger stares at me solemnly.
I wipe away the steamy fragments that hides its face. She scowls. "You know you're nothing." I force a timid grin, afraid to voice my own agreement. "Nothing is better than being everything." She rolls her eyes sharply, and I wince at the intensity of her eyeballs circling behind her lids. "Making futile attempts to convince yourself of self actualization isn't anything to be content with." I sulk, gripping the sink and grinding my teeth, "I'd rather not be depreciating." She leans forward, her face reflecting mine, "You already are." "Well, I'd rather not be told so by you of all people." "Why? You're a perfect example of what worthless and rejected looks like." I stared at her deep eye circles, her livid skin, her tired face lines, the crows feet stretching from her almond eyes and creating branches that sprawled themselves around her lids. Her lips were in a permanent grimace. Her body was quivering, always flinching whenever she heard me utter a word... almost like each word was a sharp glass shard to her heart. Her almond, brown eyes were no longer beady and bright. They were dark and hollow. Her lips were no longer the bright pink they once were. They were grayed and calloused. Her olive skin had faded, and her once rich brown, wavy hair had wilted into thin long tendrils dangling around her emasculated face. As I stared intently at her, waiting for her response, she leaned forward ever so slowly, and placed her hands on the other side of the mirror, her soulless, vacant eyes locking my intent, scrutinizing gaze, and whispered mercifully, as if to not allow the words she uttered to wound me; "Because I... am you."
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Added on March 19, 2019Last Updated on March 19, 2019 AuthorQuaint Lil LadyRoseau, DominicaAboutFidgety, and dappled with nervousness that can easily be turned into extreme creativity. more..Writing
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