Saturday, December 12, 2015

The Accident

"I hate waking up in the morning and seeing myself like this. I'm always reminded of the woman I used to be before the accident. People always tell me I'm lucky to be alive. But, look at me. What have I become? Who is this person staring back at me? I could've been a beauty queen, a starlet---an amazing beauty. Then, out of nowhere, some drunk guy smashed into me. I still see those flames in my nightmares. They covered every  inch of my body, except this hand, it still holds beauty. Perfect skin, perfect color, part of a perfect me," she hissed. "But, who is this person---this thing---staring back at me?" #LiteraryJunkie

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