The mirror shattered from the violent impact of the brush. I could no longer see the haunting look that filled my dark emerald eyes. The glass scattered everywhere. Some lay at my feet while other pieces slid under my dresser. It was a terrifying sight what was left of my once perfect room.
The windows were cracked, the door torn off its hinges, and the bed flipped over. In a little over an hour I had destroyed all I had left of my once perfect life. All that was left were the broken shards of me. My parents wouldn't even realize the girl who now possessed my body. They would be ashamed of who I had become. Callie Halls no longer existed in this world. I was just what was left of her. Broken and hurt with no escape. I had allowed myself to become a girl no one knew. But when given the chance to start over why even search for that girl? Did she even matter?
Tears began to stream down my face. My life was over. No one was left to guide me along. I had to grow up, or fall and land on my face. My mom wouldn't want that. She would want the tough, don't mess with me Callie to come out, but honestly I don't even know where to begin to look for her. She seems like she lived in a different life time. No words seemed to fit who I am, or who I was. I have no idea how to rebuild what I lost. It was ripped from me so suddenly I never had the chance to prepare for the brutal fall below me. It broke me in two, and sent one half of me spiraling over the edge without a hope of catching myself.
With no remains of my former life I walked down the stairs and out to the car awaiting me. It was the start of my new life. One I had no idea could be real. With one backward glance I left my childhood home behind. I was going to be happy. It's what she would want. I tell myself over and over again.
She would want me to be happy again, they would want me to live my life without fear. But I can't. I'm never going to be able to live my life to the fullest anymore. Everything I ever knew was no longer in my reach. I have to face what is left and try to pull the pieces together.
Their car was waiting in the drive way, ready to escort me to my new home. The home I would spend the rest of my juvenile life at. With a set of foster parents that would never understand me, or my pain. They would live with their backs turned to me just trying to get by. I feel sorry for whoever is forced to deal with me and my life.
"Time to start over, Callie," I mutter under my breath.