Sun was peeking through the curtains, bees were buzzing on the flowers out of her window and wind was swiftly moving the floral curtains. The girl rubbed her eyes and yawning she sat up. She frowned at the bed she slept on, the wallpapers and the room. It was big enough for the baseball team to sleep. She fidgeted with the hem of her dress and scrunching her brows she searched for her name in her mind. She doesn't remember her face, hair, skin. Does she have curves? A large mirror was hanging on the wall beside her bedside table. She walked up to the mirror. Her skin was pale, her blonde hair was dull, her eyes were violet but it seemed she was staring at a black pit. She cringed. She was pale and thin. Too thin. She kept on staring at her own reflection which seemed like a stranger to her
