The mirror (Short story by me) tell me what you think ^^

She’s crying now, she doesn’t want to look at the mutated features of the monster that’s looking back at her. The monster is copying every move she makes, lifting a fat hand to dry away the mocking tears. Tears which is as fake as everything about this monster. She slams her fist at the monster and her hand bleeds where the glass pierced the skin. Oh, how ugly she is, she knows that now. She’s sure all the kids at school were right. They screamed at her ”Fatty Katy,” was the word the poison took the shape of. Words which hurt her. Words which made her understand that it was about time she became thin and beautiful, like the rest of them.
The picture in the mirror is still the same monster that she’s hated for a while now. A big monster with fiery red, curly hair that might have been beautiful if the monster didn’t look so much like a pig. Now the monster looked like a pathetic version on Ms. Piggy with a wig. Her mother’s crying now. Katy hears her overtime she goes up to her room after another untouched meal. She knows why, she knows that her mother sees how fat she is, and how the weight is clinging to her like a magnet to a refrigerator. Salty tears start to swell up in her eyes. She looks at the monster in the mirror again through a haze of tears. Pretty green eyes, hidden behind a face full of fat. Pretty green eyes surrounded by mascara and freckles that Katy hates.
She’s thrown away the dolls now, those beautiful porcelain dolls that her father bought to her while travelling the world. Beautiful dolls with perfect shapes, just like the girls at school. Smiling and happy because of the way they look, full of makeup and perfectly groomed hair. The red curls would look like a dirty carpet next to their million dollar hair cuts and award winning smiles. She’s started to feel so terribly tired and she cuts school too. So that she doesn’t have to hear the terrible words they say and hear them laugh at her.
Her mother barricades herself in her room straight after work. Katy doesn’t blame her, she probably just get’s nauseous of seeing that her daughter turned out to be such a fat pig. The mirror is gone now. Katy couldn’t stand to look at it anymore. She was tired of watching the Monster laugh at her so that all the hundreds of pounds shook like as if she was crying.
Her room was suddenly way to small, the monster needed more place and steals all the air that Katy needs. She’s already gasping for air since she has to carry so many extra punds around all day long. Her arms are itching where the yellow, fethaer like hairs now are growing. She can’t get out of bed and while she’s lying there getting suffocated by her own fat, a thin cry of pain. Now she’s really a monster, yellow fur is covering all of her body and her cry for help was so unhuman that tears slowly flood her eyes. Her hans are white with a slight touch of pink from the pain she’s now feeling, the monster want out. She’s sweating, or she want’s to sweat but the salty water under her skin can’t get through the layers of fat. .
She hears her mothers voice, but she can’t separate the words. Someone lifts her out of ber, is it her mother? Her mother mould never be able to lift a monster like her. Katy thinks back, no her mother has never been any strong. She closes her eyes to focus better, so that she can keep up the fight against the monster from the mirror. Blue lights shine through her eyelids, but Katy doesn’t want to react. The monster wants to fight, the monster knows what’s happening to them. But Katy’s to tired to fight now, she fights back the monster enough to get room in the car they’re putting her in. Katy falls asleep in the car, wherever they’re going, but inside her the monster is screaming, trying to fight.
She looks herself in the mirror now, sick and thin. The doctors told her about anorexia half a year ago. She’s first now seeing herself, the monster fought back hard, but the doctors won for now. She still feels the claw marks of the monster on the inside of her head, she hears the echo of it’s whisper telling her the things she stopped thinking about a month ago. Katy was about to fie, and she still lives on the edge of life. She tired all sorts of tricks on the doctors and nurses at the facility she’s staying at now. She had money in her underwear and sock to gain weight and pretended not to see the laughing, mocking monster when they told her to look at herself in the mirror. But now that the monster stopped fighting she sees what’s really there. The mirror doesn’t lie anymore and Katy sees another kind of monster. She tries to eat now, but the mutated monster keeps coming back as flashbacks telling her not to, it’s going to take some time to get rid of this. Till then she’ll just lie here in her bed, at the third floor of the facility and look at the weak skeleton-like girl in the mirror in front of her.