I STARED with intent at the weirdly-looking creature that copied down to detail, every one of my movements.
The familiar figment that always appeared at the wrongest time just to generously shove its negativity down my throat.
I could never run away from its grasp. I could never win the battle.
All I had to do was wait and be filled to the brim with unsavory pessimistic meals.
I was used to it by now. Although, that didn't make me any less uncomfortable about its presence.
I won't lose this time. I stood my ground.
With the most courage, I began an analysis of its appearance, starting with its ugly pair of glasses. I could feel sympathy creep up my skin at the mere sight of all of its disoriented features.
How did I not see this before?
Its eyes were even more ginormous now.
Its pale lips looked so chapped and petite, I feared for it that they would soon go into extinction.
Even with the most modest description, `lean and extremely elongated` was all I could place down concerning its neck.
My days! Is it a giraffe?
It had a little too many freckles and acne baking on its skin, showing no sign of surrendering.
It just looks like a stick. What a shame to this poor little cute dress. Can it not see how it damaged the appearance of the dress with its indulgence?
Eww.
Throwing the creature a disgusted glance once more, it replied almost immediately with the same stare.
Creepy.
I walked away from the long-length mirror with a sigh and slid my phone across the dressing table, into my hand.
Me:
I'm sorry, Anna.
I can't make it.
Forcing on a smile to hold back the hooking lump in my throat, I slowly pulled off the fitted blue dress I had on.
One day. Just one day...
....I'll get rid of this demon.
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..
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