War Against My Reflection

Battlegrounds

Daily, I walk around with my head held down. There's mirrors all over the walls. My step mother put them there to torture me. She knows I hate my reflection, she knows. I was only 10 years old when my life changed. My father and I  were just sitting by the fire place reading books when a knock on the door startled me, I jumped I bumped the candles . The carpet caught on fire and soon was burning in flames. My father tried to save me from the flames. When he grabbed me from the fire, my face was unrecognizable. My father ended up tripping, all he could do was tell me to run and get out of the house. I didnt want to leave him by himself, I couldnt. When I tried to help my father, his leg had gotten stuck from the bookshelf, it had fallen on him. I couldn't pull him from underneath. I ran out to get help, I was screaming, running all over the neighborhood, yet no one seemed to recognize me. People looked at me crazy like I didn't belong. I didn't know what my face looked like, but everyone was just staring at me. I kept screaming "Help! My father is trapped!" Finally, when the fire department and the ambulance arrived, my father's body was nowhere to be found. He was burned to ashes and it was all because of me, I was a scary little girl who jumps when someone knocks at the door. The doctors tried to break it to me easily, but the look on their faces showed it all, I didnt have a father nor did I have a house. I didn't have a normal life. I wasn't allowed to look in the mirror, they said if I did, I could become in shock and have a panic attack. I had burns everywhere. My step mom finally came to see me. When she arrived at the hospital, she didn't want to look at me, she just screamed and told me it was all my fault. I had to stay in the hospital for 2 months to allow my burns to heal properly, but the scars on my face was tragic. I still wasn't allowed to see my face, but I knew it was bad. They would always be stunned when they see me, their eyes get big and they start to tear up. I guess they felt bad for me. One day, when my stepmother came to get me, we sat in the car in silence the whole way there. As soon as I walk in the house, all I could see are mirrors. We never even owned mirrors. She whispered in my ear, "You will pay."