This is a small story I wrote for a friend, tell me what you think. c:
There was a girl, words couldn't describe her beauty, but she always looked into the mirror, and hated what she saw.
She felt like like her skin rejected her more and more. She couldn't take it anymore, she gave up, and went along cold and empty inside. She met a boy one day and they fell in love, he filled her with sweet nothings. She was happy. A day came when he had to leave, but he promised he'd come back. She waited years, but he never came back, eventualy fading again. She just layed in bed, waiting to rot. She rolled around in her bed one day, and caught a glance of her reflection in the mirror, she got up and hit the mirror with her hands until it broke. It shattered, pieces lay all over the floor, blood running down like tears. She loved what she saw, there was one long sharp jagged piece on the floor. she picked it up and ran it through her chest, she fell to the ground smiling. She finally loved what she saw.