Epilogue
There was nothing right about me today.
I didn’t know who the person staring back at me from the mirror was.
Eyes of every shade of the sky. Cheeks rosy like I’d been running. White, shining hair. And lips red as blood.
I wanted to scream, laugh—feel something. Except I couldn’t remember my name, the black coat I wore wasn’t right, and I didn’t even know this room.
Not the bed with a smiling moon comforter, or the stack of schoolbooks, or the easel sitting near the window. Sunlight poured inside, and the room seemed nice, I guessed.
But it wasn’t me.
The mirror shimmered and I rubbed my eyes, but the closer I looked, the more my features changed. My hair extended to my waist, my nose was stronger, my lips paler, my cheekbones sharpening. Within seconds, the image faded away
