Zerina's POV
As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I'm met with a stranger's gaze. My eyes are red-rimmed from crying, my face gaunt and my skin sallow. I'm a pitiful sight. A shadow of my former self. My golden hair is no longer as bright and beautiful as it has always been. It's an ugly kind of dull gold.
I'm ashamed of the state I'm in, ashamed of the dirt and grime that clings to my skin.
My phone rings somewhere around my room. Weakly, I turned to pick my dirty purse from the floor and fished for my phone. The call dial read.
Shea.
A dull, but happy smile appeared on my lips. My best friend.
I answered the call and put my phone to my ear. There came Shea's voice. Loud and bubbly.
"Hi, Zerina. Will you die if you'd just pick up your phone and call me? It's been a we
