As I passed the mirror I glimpsed my reflection. I bit my lip hard and looked away, but I had it memorized already.
Hair, dyed brown and cut off above my shoulders. Shirt, teal-and-black-plaid button-down. I didn’t look like I used to, now. Much as I fought and resisted and cried, I was slowly becoming Her.
My own reflection was torture, my own voice a sound from the painful past. Why, out of all the people I could have become, did it have to be Her?
The one who coddled me, and then threw me out like so much garbage.
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I remember asking a friend for a prompt and how the entire group of drabblers groaned when he gave us a color. We hate color prompts.
You'll notice that the color is actually totally irrelevant to this drabble. I could have picked any color. In fact, when I envision this happening, the shirt in question is actually pink.
But I like the emotion in it. Frustrated, ashamed, but at some level okay or even proud of what she is.
Hair, dyed brown and cut off above my shoulders. Shirt, teal-and-black-plaid button-down. I didn’t look like I used to, now. Much as I fought and resisted and cried, I was slowly becoming Her.
My own reflection was torture, my own voice a sound from the painful past. Why, out of all the people I could have become, did it have to be Her?
The one who coddled me, and then threw me out like so much garbage.
--
I remember asking a friend for a prompt and how the entire group of drabblers groaned when he gave us a color. We hate color prompts.
You'll notice that the color is actually totally irrelevant to this drabble. I could have picked any color. In fact, when I envision this happening, the shirt in question is actually pink.
But I like the emotion in it. Frustrated, ashamed, but at some level okay or even proud of what she is.
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