Fighting For Emerald.

Introduction

My strawberry blonde hair curls itself down my body. Its length stops right over my breasts.

I scrunch my brows together and turn to the side in my full length mirror. My hands pinch the skin on my belly, a frown spilling onto my face.

I used to be over weight. Used to be 294+ pounds. An though I lost 200 pounds over the timespand of 5 months.

I still just see the fat girl I used to be. I thought after I lost weight I'd feel pretty. But I don't. I'm still so use to feeling ugly, fat and worthless.

Just as I was told in school. Bullied all my life. Then my Mom signed me up for self defense classes with her personal trainer.

And well, let's just say I know how to disarm and hold down a 240 pound grown man, with one hand.

Now after I've lost the weight. I just see the old Isabelle. But now, when I look at her, she stares back grinning like a demon. Her eyes are dark and dull.

Her hair is flat and colorless. Her eyes no longer hold a light when she smiles. Her skin no longer holds a sunkiss glow.

This girl I look at in 'My' reflection, she's dead.

"ISABEllE!" Jasmin screams from the bathroom. My eyes roll and I look at the ceiling, silently praying it wasnt really her voice.

"...YEAH?..." My voice belts out to her. I wait a few seconds, no answer. Could It be?

My legs turn curiously and walk towards the bathrooms destination. My hand bringing itself up to the cracked open door. And I Push the door fully open, stepping into a room of hot fog.

The shower runs and Jasmin opens the sgowers sliding door. Her nude presence makes me a little jealous.I wish I had a beautiful body like my sisters.

But I just dont have the perfect skinny hourglass figure.Her eyes squint a little at me and she smiles.

"Can you grab my clothing pile on my bed and my pink towel?" I sigh and shake my head, then turn to leave.

"Also! I picked an outfit out for you, it's on my makeup stands chair. You wanna look your best for your first day! Especially if your gonna be known as my sister!". I groan and slap my forhead in defeat.

She always has to be 'High fashioned' and so fucking girly. I might kill myself the next time she asks me for another makeover.

My feet carry their way into her bedroom. Its pink. Everything is Dark pink, light pink, Medium pink?

I walk to the end of her bed and grab her baby pink towel, scooping up her folded clothes at the same time.

My eyes glance to her makeup chair. They roll and I walk over grabbing the folded pile in my opposite arm.

Sighing, I turn and leave her room. Walking down the hall, my body turns right and I walk into the bathroom.

Steam surrounds me again and I place her towel and clothes on top of the toilet seat.

I quickly leave before she talks about makeup and close the bathroom door in hurry behind me.