Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

As soon as I entered the white room, I was assaulted by the sight of me in
the mirror.
I halted, my breath catching in my throat. I had known I probably looked
terrifying, but I didn’t expect it to be right out of a horror movie. My usually
sleek black hair was all over the place, sticking to my forehead in a mix of
blood and sweat, my elastic band tangled somewhere in the mess. This was
going to hurt detangling, and I was too worn out to do it now so it would
have to wait until tomorrow. I closed the door behind me before starting to
get undressed, but I didn’t lock it for some reason.
Shrugging off Maddox’s jacket, I carefully laid it on the towel holder. So
much blood had seeped through my beige satin pajamas, there was just no
way it could be washed off, so I decided to just throw them in the trash. Once
I stood naked in front of my reflection, I took some time to do something I
hadn’t done in a while; look at myself.
My upper lip was cut and slightly puffy, a bruise was starting to form on
my forehead, and another cut marred my eyebrow.
The blood on my face matched the one staining my clothes, it was dry but
still a little sticky somehow. It contrasted with the color of my skin. Blood
red on light brown, I looked like a deadly painting.
Looking up, I caught my own eyes staring at me, hollow, void.
It scared me sometimes, how empty my eyes looked.
How dead they seemed.
So I didn’t linger on them, and continued assessing the rest of me instead.
Usually the sight of my body disgusted me, for various reasons I tried not to
think about. I knew objectively speaking there was nothing wrong with it. My
breasts were more on the smaller side, I had a really narrow and subtle
waist, so much so that you could actually see my ribs whenever I inhaled
deeply. I was petite but my thighs were strong, mostly because of all the
running I did. I had gotten a lot of compliments about the way I looked as I
grew up, be it for my body or my face.
Yet, I usually barely ever looked in the mirror because of all the things my
body reminded me of.