True. Fiction.

I stood in my spotty bathroom mirror, looking into my hollow eyes. There was no sparkle, no gleam, no sense or hope of life. Instead, I saw an empty reflection of my soul. I've always heard that the eyes were the window to the soul, but what if you feel like your soul is gone?

Day to day, I've watched my chestnut brown eyes dwindle from vibrant sparkles of life to the black hue of nothingness, praying that one day they would once again return to normal. I knew what I had to do...I've known it all along.

I slumped over on the bathroom floor, sobbing. My back jammed against the harsh white doorway, my bare feet shivering against the cold tile. I thought all of the tears would be gone by now, but my unsightly image in the mirror reminded me of just how much I had managed to lose myself.

How did I manage to get in this deep? Why couldn't I catch myself from the downward fall? God...why didn't I just stop this? I kept repeating "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." in a pleading whisper, not sure if I was speaking to myself, God, or the person in the other room.


She stood against the wall, eyes dazed, almost catatonic. I didn't know what to say, or how to approach her. "That bitch, this is all her fault," I cringed inside. If only it were true. It was as much as her fault as it was mine, and now I had a huge price to pay.

My phone rang repeatedly, and I refused to answer, knowing the conversation that was waiting on the other end. I could feel every drop of tainted disgust rising in my stomach as she watched me, speechless. I ran to the bathroom and nearly collapsed into the toilet, avoiding my own face in the mirror.

However, the reflection in the bowl's water would not be so forgiving...