She sat motionless, silent, in the cold, damp room. The room was spacious, empty, with the exception of the girl who held rusty scissors in her right hand, fixated on the reflection of a grungy, emotional girl glaring back at her. She focussed on the unfamiliar face in the mirror. Who was she? Her hair was long and matted, and it looked as she smelled. Perhaps it was the smeared black makeup and dirt upon her cheek that gave it away. The look in her eyes told tales of torment, and resentment. Deep into that gaze, she could see the girl she used to be, the girl she longed to see in herself again. She longed to be the girl whose smile brightened the darkest of days, and whose laugh was so contagious. However, this is not the girl now sitting in the cold, angry and confused. The reflection of this sad, dirty girl was enough to bring her to tears. Her eyes glistened with salty tears that stung until her eyes could no longer hold them. She closed her eyes and the salty tears gushed down her face and dripped from her chin. After a moment of self pity, the girl opened her eyes and stared deep into the eyes of her reflection so deep as if to stare into her soul. She raised her hand that held the rusty scissors and chopped away at her long, filthy locks. She cut and she cut until the floor around her was covered in hair. Looking back into the mirror, her reflection seemed to satisfy her. Her hair now grazed the tops of her shoulders in a shag that complimented her face. A few seconds later her lips pulled up towards the side of her face in a smile so bright it nearly lit up the room. This was the girl she recognized. She placed the scissors down, stood up and turned for the door. One look back into the room, and it was no longer cold or damp, because she was a new girl. She was a girl that was ready to spread her smiles and laughter with the world. She walked out of the room an entirely different person, leaving her sorrowful self behind, never thinking twice about looking back.