Shattered echoes

eld against the world. But tonight was different. Tonight, she was going clubbing for the first time since her self-imposed exile. The thought made her heart race- from fear

her but she didn't look at the mirror, she hated mirrors. The dress was a masterful blend of form and function, hugging her curves with a gentle yet confident grasp. The silk fabric accentuated her every step without constraining her. The fit was tailored perfection – snug enough to showcase her toned physique, yet relaxed enough to avoid feeling suffocating. She went to her vanity, she didn't like makeup and didn't use it but she had a few makeup items. She wasn't going to do much, she put on lipgloss and mascara and that was it. She straightened her black hair and brushed it to make it look better. She put on some stud infinity shaped silver earrings, a silver ring on her right index finger and a silver necklace with an infinity pendant. She went over to her shoe rack and for the first time, she wished she had bought other shoes instead of hauling black crocs and black sneakers. She picked her black Nike Air Force 1 sneakers and put it on. She hadn't look directly in the mirror for years she hated it, she didn't like the person she saw. But she was determined to start healing and it starts tonight, so she walked slowly into her closet towards the big mirror and closed her eyes, standing directly in front of the mirror. After a few conflicting moments, she took a deep breath and slowly opened her eyes and looked at the mirror. She stared at her reflection for severa