A craving. A wish. A need.
Lightning in Veins.
Spark in Eyes.
Heart twisted in ecstasy, Mind blissfully numb.
The night was a blur.
Fast, desperate sex with a man the girl didn't love. Well, that was just fine. Because Man didn't love her either.
This wasn't about love.
It was about need.
She felt so alive.
The sun peeked through the curtain. The girl opened her eyes to a ceiling that wasn't hers. The sheets under her weren't either.
She rolled over, away from Man. Mirror now faced her.
Girl tried to cling to the hazy electricity from that night's dance floor but Mirror revealed the truth she'd been trying for so long to bury.
Mirror dug it back up and showed her.
Jaw was slack; Mouth hung open. Eyes were dull; deep, dark circles rested under them. Skin was thin, pulled too tightly over Bones.
No more spark, no more lightning.
She was already dead.
Mirror had showed Girl the truth.
Her heart was still beating but she was a ghost. And she was haunting herself.