She scrubbed her lips again and again till they were raw. The mirror reflected back the 13-year-old’s pale face, red-rimmed eyes, and her swollen lips. She was feeling dirty even after her shower. She had always thought of him as an uncle, a friend even who would joke with her. Then he kissed and fondled her that day. She cringed at the memory feeling dirty all over again. Who would she tell this to? Would anyone believe her?

Her mother knocked on the door and asked if she was fine. She took a deep breath and said yes, she was. She looked back in the mirror, straightened her shoulders gazed back at her reflections and swallowed. She was fine, She will be fine. She repeated it like a mantra.

She may never trust anyone like how she had, but she will be fine.

As she opened the door and came out, she left behind her innocence, naivety and the rose-colored glass through which she had seen the world. Within a few hours, she had grown up and learned that the world is and will never be as it seems.
Ephemeral-Lasting for a very short time

Yasha shetty

Sometimes all it takes is a pen, a paper, and a wandering mind.

1 Comment

Patti Moore Wilson, wednesdayschild2 · February 24, 2018 at 8:18 pm

Oh this one has left me with no words, except to say that I understand…

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