open, reflections

[` laila annette queen]

Laila thought she'd been getting better regarding her self confidence. It may not have been sky rocketing but she had gradually been learning to accept herself for who she was. But it was more than that. It was accepting the fact that she didn't need to change herself to make herself a better person. She didn't need to be like the rest of the girls in her year to make friends. But the thing was there was nothing outrageously different about Laila. She was like most girls. Moody. She was kind and accepting - sometimes too much. She had, over the years, let people walk all over her. Each time it happened Laila would tell herself that was the last time and then all of a sudden she would find herself in the same situation agreeing to do something that she really didn't want to just to please somebody else. She stuck up for her friends - like any good friend would. No body deserved to be bullied and so Laila even tried to stick up for people who weren't her friends. But with her pushover personality she was often over ridden and she would be back at square one. Laila saw herself as something really different. She didn't feel like the other girls in her year. She didn't feel like anyone. Laila felt like she had no personality and today was one of those days where she was struggling to see the silver lining of anything.

Laila was in the girl's bathroom on the sixth floor. It was a small bathroom and tucked away in the corner so most never ventured into it, never realizing that it was a bathroom. Laila was standing there in front of the mirror staring into her own eyes. Her brows her furrowed and resting in the basin was a pair of scissors Laila had brought with her. They were a muggle implement but she always kept a pair in her trunk to bring to school. She would usually only bring them out for certain self harm purposes. Today, however, Laila had brought them out for a different reason. She'd stormed into the girls bathroom, having wandered around looking for the place, for quite some time. The scissors had been flung into the basin and Laila had followed them to where they had landed. She had placed her hands on the edge of basin and stared at herself in the mirror. So far Laila hadn't moved for fifty minutes. Slowly she reached into the basin and picked up the scissors. She flung her long brown hair over her shoulder and readied the scissors. Laila slowly began to chop away at her hair. Maybe this would give her the confidence she needed.

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