Always

Prologue & Chapter One: Mirrors

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 Life is too short to waste on when you've only got one chance in life. Sometimes the choices you make can make a huge difference in your life, especially when your life is on a time limit before you actually drop off the face of the Earth. I wish I could've made the right choice before I knew his life would end right before my eyes...And it be all my fault.

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 Looking upon your reflection can bring many emotions upon yourself. You might feel pleased by what you see, or you might feel disgusted by what you see. It all just depends on what you fully see. 

   Yes, there may be some flaws here and there, but there's still a bigger picture to focus on.

   Like right now. I'm looking at myself in the school's bathroom, which really needs to be worked on, since it looks and smells like something died in here. But as I look upon myself, I feel in between liking and not liking what I see. 

   I've got a heart shaped face that I clean almost every single day, midnight black shoulder length hair that I always keep to my shoulders, that's falling down my face, bright icy blue eyes that remind me of a blue ocean, and freckles that dot along my nose and make me think of the stars in the sky. 

   I like what I see, but I also don't. I may seem like an amazing girl and people say I'll turn out to be something great, but I'm also clumsy and so clueless when it comes to the most serious moments in my life and I always seem to mess up; I wish to rewind it all back, to restart what just happened, that was all my fault. 

   I love that I bring myself to love the most smallest things in this world that nobody else seems to care about anymore. What I hate the most is that I bring myself into some sort of situation that I was never supposed to be in, in the first place and makes me want to hide from this world forever, but obviously can't. 

   I push my hair back with my hands, sighing in the process. I need to get myself straightened out, I think to myself as I look at my own reflection. Just stay calm, act like nothing even happened. 

   I turn on the faucet, well, try to anyways. It takes a bit of strength to finally turn it. Cold water splashes in the sink, making me jump at the feel of it on my already cold hands. As I wash my hands, I take one last look at myself. 

   Maybe this time I won't be such a mess up. I open the bathroom door, then take a step into the hall. I regret ever taking that step, because I should've known what was coming. 

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