In the night

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She stepped out of the shower slowly, steadily as though she were a lamb taking its first steps after its birth. She stumbled across the room, groping the walls around her, eyes closed, lips trembling as she went; dripping water, a wet trail behind her. The towel fell from her slender form; forgotten. Her knees buckled beneath her and she braced herself against the wall; shaken, numb to the cold, naked. Her breaths were shallow, uneven and her heart was beating a rhythm so fast paced her chest heaved with each beat.
She shook.
She shook.
She shook.
She was shaken.
She was petrified.
Again she began to stumble as she continued on into the dark hallway, her pants resonating. Her legs were weak but yet she began to run into the darkness, feeling her legs about to give way but yet; not doing so.
She ran.
She ran.
She ran.
She was running.
She was leaping.
A ceiling to floor mirror; she stood before, a faint trail of light upon her form. She stared at her naked flesh, her sunken opal eyes roving every pale inch of flesh, over every red and purple bruise, halting to stare into empty opal eyes she did not recognize as hers. They stared back undaunted, mocking and she felt rage like never before, welling within her as she swung her fist, with more power than she knew she had, at those haunting eyes. Glass shattered everywhere, now the girl in the mirror was just like her; bloody, broken and scattered into a thousand shards of glass.
She screamed.
She screamed.
She screamed.
And then she was crying.
Simply she was.

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