two sides of the same coin
Shards of glass collide with the hardwood floor. Millions of glittering pieces fall to my feet. All that stares back at me is a broken reflection of all the people I used to be. Scraps of the girl that I am yet to become, this signifies a new start. However the question is, how many 'new' starts can one begin? Navy satin covers my body as I crunch over the remnants of the expensive bathroom mirror, red droplets trickle down my enclosed fist as I try to pace my breathing. I didn't mean for it to come to this, but I had no choice. He left me no choice. Using my feet I shuffle the shards into a neat bloody pile. Not looking back at what I have to leave behind. Clicking of my open toe heels echo across the black and white tiled hallway as I make my way to towards the exit, not a hint of remorse for what I had to do. A job is a job. My hands are behind my back like an innocent youth, I look up defiant and ready for the sweet release of freedom. However instead of a clear escap...
