A new day has risen, but am I still "her". The other one inside me, I stare at the ceiling not wanting to look in the mirror. I'm scared to see my face to see if "she" is still a part of me. The shock came my face as fast as I looked up; such long dark firey red hair hang in my face. Dark maroon colored my lips up against the firey red of my skin
I've never seen this side of me before and I know ...