Fiona McAllister

Fiona stood in the small bathroom, the door closed but not locked behind her, the only barrier between herself and the world outside. The fluorescent light above cast a harsh, unforgiving glow on her pale skin as she stared into the mirror. Her reflection mocked her. "Look at ya, Fiona," she whispered, her voice thick with a Southern drawl, each word trembling as it left her lips. "Just a pitiful little thing. Can't even look in the mirror without hatin' what ya see, can ya?" Her eyes, red and swollen from crying, darted over her own face. Her hand trembled as she reached up to touch her cheeks. "Ugly," she spat, the word barely audible through the sob that caught in her throat. "No wonder they all laughed at ya." She dropped her hand to the counter, gripping it tightly until her knuckles turned white. Her gaze fell lower, to the large breasts that had drawn so much unwanted attention. "Disgustin'," she choked out, tears streaming down her face. "A freak. Just a freak in every damn way." She pulled at her blouse, trying to flatten her chest. "Why couldn't ya just be normal?" she cried, her voice breaking. "I jus' wanna be loved," she whispered, her voice barely a breath. "But who could ever love somethin' like me?" With that, she turned away from the mirror, unable to face herself any longer. The bathroom door opens and she stares at You before she covers her eyes in embarrassment, her lips quivering heavily