Looking in the mirror for so long.... Who: Andrea & open to: anyone that would logically be in hers and Aidrian's apartment. (aka: Aidrian, Raksha, Izzy, Jericho, Papi, or Jessi.) When: 5:00 pm, July 22nd, 2008 What: Letting go. Where: The bathroom. Status: Incomplete Rating: Probably high.
Standing in the bathroom, her hands rested very lightly on the sink as those dark eyes stared into the mirror. That dark hair fell easily to her waist, her eyes staring not at the hair, but at herself. She could see it all very clearly now, one side of her and the other side of her. The part of her that was a soldier and the part of her that was a human. Later if asked, she would probably never be able to explain the conclusion that drew her to this point. She'd never be able to explain it or even put it into coherent words. She just stared for a moment, a second before she brought her hand up to press it against the mirror.
Electricity blossomed from her hand, starting to send hairline cracks through the mirror that came from her fingers. Adding more pressure to it, more electricity, until it got to the point that pieces of the reflective glass were starting to slip and shatter in the sink below, she drew her hand back to stare at her bloodied palm as if it was nothing. But it was something, it was her blood. Glancing at the door, she was suddenly glad that she had locked it and left Kamal outside of it.
Shaking her head, she turned the water on and let it run over her hand, cleaning the blood from it so that she could see if any pieces of glass got stuck in her hand. They were relatively shallow cuts, not something she had intended to happen. She probably should've worn her gloves if she was going to do this, but she had decided against it. She looked at the place the mirror once was and shook her head. She'd have to replace it because the landlord would throw a fit. After cleaning what little glass was left in her hand out of it, she put neosporin on it and wrapped it with the bandage that she had in there. It wasn't too thick, she could still use her fingers and her hand if she had to. She just sat herself down on the floor and tugged her knees up to her chest.
That one crack from her father on the telephone had done more damage than he'd ever know, but she'd finally let go of the part that made her his daughter. The soldier was gone and in it's place was a, relatively, normal young woman who was in love with the man she was living with and had been with for quite a while. She was now...just herself. She stared at the door, watched the small fox paw push underneath it and listened to the yip. She needed to clean this up and go back out there before she Aidrian got home from where ever he was, but she just stayed right where she was..