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She sat on the bed naked and silent, hands on her lap. She was staring at the mirror in front of her. She put it there, right in front of the bed, so that everyday she was forced to face herself and her body. She had read online that people did it to accept themselves, she did it so that she was forced to remember. Not that she could actually forget what they put her through. Every detail was seared into her head for life.
The fact that she had a body disturbed her. Most of the time she couldn't recognize the girl standing on the other side of the mirror. Those scars. Ever since she got the first one on her body, she became a different person. She got up and let her hands explore her body, trace the outline of those red spots. It felt wrong, so wrong. She believed herself to be cold, impassive, but in moments like that all her emotions came back to the surface. She was in highschool all over again. She felt like crying, but forced herself not to. She had already wasted too many tears on those beasts. The scars she hated the most were the ones on her back, many people looking at them would think it was because she tried to run away. She never did. Sometimes she hoped she did.
Only then, she would turn around and stop looking, she was done for the day. She got dressed and walked to the bathroom. Another mirror on the wall. She tried her best to ignore this one. Even if she didn't have visible signs on her face, she still didn't want to see. She had no idea what her problem was. She wanted to find out, but it was not her priority. She hated it. They took everything from her, even her own self, and got away with it. That's why she needed to get her revenge. Someone would call it karma.