Chapter 108 : Who is she?

Esmee sat on the other side of me from Edward and took my other hand into hers and gave it a squeeze, the corners of her lips turned up into a sad smile. Then with the other hand she took hold of the tube from my nose and draped it over my right ear; she then took a mint green clamp and cap from the table and inserted them on the end of the tube. After she did that she let go of my hand and tore a strip of surgical tape off of the roll and very gently she taped the tube to my cheek, smoothing down the ends of the tape with her soft finger tips. She said nothing. She didn’t have to. There were no words to be said, she knew there was nothing any of them could do to ease my pain.

 With a grimace and eyes full of tears Emmet stepped back and allowed me to look into the mirror.

  I did not know the girl who was steering back at me. Her face was drawn and bony and a translucent gray colour, her eyes where cold and dead. She had brittle black hair that hanged in thin lifeless stands over her shoulders. Her lips where red chapped and sore. There was also a red line of an old scar that ran down the right side of her face from the bottom of her eye to her lip that somehow made her look even more broken apart.

 Stunned I got to my feet and walked closer to the mirror and to my surprise the girl that seemed to be stuck in the mirror got to her feet to and I gasped. The mirror girl was a ghost. Her skin was white and see threw and her bones jutted out from her body and threw her cloths like knives. Each single rib could be counted threw her top and her jeans sat on the pointed tips of her prominent hips and sucked in between them into the space where her stomach should be. Her legs where tiny little strips of bones that looked like they could be snapped in half without too much trouble and her arms where worse with sharp pointing shoulder blades making the fabric on her top poke out in a strange fashion. The tiny arms on this teenage girl like creature were covered with fleshy white, red and purple scars that stood out in contrast to her thin, white skin. She had been cut many many times buy something vicious and terrible. A covering of thin wispy fur also made a light scattering over her arms like what was on her face, a sign of server malnutrition.

 Two tears dropped from the mirrored girls eyes which drew my attention back to her face and this time the little white tube that went up her right nostril and draped over her face and behind her ear. The white medical tape that held it in place on her cheek pulled at the thin skin.

 “Who… Who’s that.” I whispered in a terrified voice to Emmet who then came and also stood in front of the mirror towering over the little lost girl that stood in front of him.

 “Mi, that’s you.” Emmet said placing his hand on my shoulder and in turn the girl in the mirror had his hand on her shoulder to.

 Retching I dropped to my knees and continued on to puke my guts up.