Sometimes, she smiles as though she hasn't a care in the world. Often, she laughs, a lilt in her tone. Other times, her eyes twinkle, encouragement and compliments flowing from her lips. Frequently, she sits with the outcasts. With a nod, she says hello to whoever she sees.
Every day, she shrinks just a little more from the world. Every day, she starves herself a bit more than the day before.
Every hour, she dies.
Everytime she looks in the mirror, she sees eyes of vacancy...and a body that is not her own. Everytime, the mirror - with which she credits incomparable honesty - twists and distorts her so that she sees not a beautiful yet fading girl...
...but a monster.