High Summoner
Age: 19
Joined: 20 Jun 2007
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Location: USA
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Sort of autobio, sort of not, might publish, need criticism
Prologue:It's All Me
This is me, she thought as she looked in the mirror. I'm not too ugly, not spectacular looking either. Rubbing away the rest of the shower mist on the mirror, she gave her body the once over. After the sickness so many things had changed, no hour glass figure, no thin smooth legs, and the long thick hair that she had loved to chew when frustrated or bored, much shorter. She turned to the side, taking a look at the weight that she had gained over the years. It was becoming harder and harder to see the bright side, that she was even doing okay, that she was in remission. She grabbed the towel from the bar on the wall and wrapped and tucked it into place. She looked at the mirror again eyeing her face more closely. Her face wasn't hers either. Her defined cheekbones were buried beneath the added fat prednisone had cared to bestow on her, acne she never thought that she would get on her face or gone with nothing but a scar left to show it had been there. The only thing that hadn't changed, she realized as she looked at herself, was her eyes. Her eyes still were dark brown, and glittered in the right light. A tear slipped down her cheek, were her eyes really all she had left? She took her clothes from the top of the toilet, the underwear, the taktop, the long pants, and got to putting them on. She glanced down at her pants size, God, she thought, it's so hard to smile and joke about this. When she was done she brushed her teeth, pushed back her hair with the brush and tried on a smile. It looked pretty fake to her, but it wasn't about her, it was what other people thought. She never wanted pity, to be cried over, and she'd be dam*ed if she ever let anyone see her fall. Being strapped in a hospital bed, having to go to the doctor every few months, not being allowed to stay in the sun, being carted home in her dad's arms after over exerting herself in Disney World, that had already been painful enough. Another tear fell, another fake smile to put everything back in place. She opened the door and walked out. She had to face the world, and she had to make it look like she had it together, even when she knew that she was breaking, she was sick, and she was lying through her teeth. Actually, she thought, she was lying through everything she did, not just her teeth. And it f*cking hurt.
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