The return

She stood in front of it once again, confused and stunned.
There was nothing -not what she expected to see at least.

She could see every object behind her reflected on the mirror, yet her own reflection was no where to be seen.

"Where are you," she demanded to know rather than asked. Although her voice was weak and soft, she was demanding and she wouldn't accept this kind of behaviour even if it was coming from...herself. "Where are you." She called again, "I'm not asking you, I'm demanding to know! NOW TELL ME" She exclaimed losing all of her patience at once. "COME OUT, DAMMIT," the loud noise of her foot stomp against the wooden floor.

"Why did you do it?" A voice came out nowhere -out of pure, thin air.
"WHY DID I DO WHAT?" She exclaimed once again, although red in anger, she was trying to calm down.
"Why did you give up?"
"BECAUSE I HAD NO DAMN CHOICE!" She stomped her foot against the floor once again.
"That's what you always say. You saw what happened today, there's always an option," Her reflection appeared in front of her very eyes. She glared through narrowed eyes, her brow frowned, wrinkling -a few lines here and there-, and the deep red still covered her face.

Her eyes watered up; she hated this, her eyes would always betray her trust and give in in the last moment, right when she was going to win.
She lifted her chin in a bad attempt to keeping the tears inside.
She would never admit to the fact that this hurt her. She could over come it and she knew it. There was no damn need to keep that worthless thing where it was.

Plus... he'd never go for her anyway.

In his eyes, she was only that pathetic, retard girl who never did shut up -even when asked to do so. Just that girl with the strange sense of fashion.
The one with the sign on her forehead that read:

BEST FRIEND WHOM I WILL NEVER EVER EVEN THINK ABOUT DATING

Or that was what she hopped it said, at least.
But it was probably something like

The one girl whom I will never, ever date.

Full stop.