My god, is that really me?
Something has to be wrong with this mirror.
Who is that staring back? That can�t be me, can it? No, it can�t be.
My eyes aren�t crimson red. My skin was never this sickly pale. I never looked so tired�so weak. Pathetic, almost.
These injuries... how could this be my body, full of gashes, slices, and open wounds?
That isn�t me. That reflection isn�t mine. I refuse to believe it...
I have violet eyes. I might be pale, but not once have I appeared this unhealthy. I never remember getting into any fights, or receiving any injuries.
Then how on earth...?
Why do I feel so hungry? So exhausted and... Why does it hurt?
The world is spinning�oh, it hurts so unbearably... Why? Someone tell me why...
How could this be my reflection?