She was everything to my nothing. The beauty to my beast. Everything she touched turned to gold, while everything that hit my fingertips turned to dust. I have to turn what is hers into what is mine.

Sometimes I think I would do anything to take over everything she has. To claw my way up from the depths of her shadow and take over. I daydream of forcing her to her knees, of forcing her pretty little face to look me in the eyes as I make her watch me take her place.

I would have the loving family, not one that curses at my very appearance.

I would look in the mirror and love every curve of my body and face.

I would live a conscious life, enjoying every moment.

I would no longer be suffocated by her presence, forced into subjugation.

I could finally exist without the shadow of HER looming over me, crushing me down.

All it would take is one step, one push.

That was all it took, for everything to be mine.

Walking to the mirror, I looked through my eyes for the first time, taking in my beautiful features and silky hair. Taking in everything. The sounds of someone cooking in the kitchen, finally heard first hand. The shocking mint of the gum in my mouth. Eww. I don’t like mint.

Turning from the mirror I looked around my room.

Absolutely fabulous. Every little thing was perfect. I wanted to scream, to run around and actually FEEL everything around me.

A splitting pain erased all thoughts from my head. I recognized the feeling, listening to her.

Making my way to the mirror once again I looked myself in the eye, making sure she could see me.

Concentrating, I forced the walls of her cell to thicken, ignoring her screaming, crying and clawing.

What a drama queen.

Allowing a long awaited smile cross my face I shoved her so deep into my subconsciousness that she wouldn’t make a peep for at least a month.

Everything is finally mine.

All I had to do was destroy myself.

Yay.