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The blank eyes of Mion's reflection stared back at them as they looked into the mirror in their dormitory bathroom. The water trickling down the sink was loud, but not enough to drown out their thoughts.
The reflection in the mirror was ugly, uglier than how they usually saw themselves. Their hair was messy, their bangs longer, uncomfortably touching the freckles on their pale cheeks. Their eyes stood empty without any light except for the turquoise color that lay on the bottom of their irises. The vomit that spilled out of their mouth from their guilt was leaking out their lips in a single drop. The hand held in front of their face was closed, and their sleeve fell off their arm, revealing crepe bandages that blindfolded the scars that stared constantly.
Ever since the Voter Game, Mion always questioned every single action they had done during the killing game so far. Even if they were apparently right, they still can't help but feel guilty since it would always feel wrong to them. All that guilt lead to a clump in their throat to fall out their mouth, now to reside at the back of their head. Nothing felt right anymore.
The rabbit's voice rang out, announcing that it was nighttime. The trickling sounds that ran had stopped. Not wanting to waste the water, Mion scooped up the flood in the basin that refused to fall, trying to wash their face but to barely any avail. They still felt so, so horrible.
It felt annoying. They wouldn't be able to keep that "perfect" part of them, not after this. They couldn't do this anymore. They needed to become perfect, or else they'll become unlikeable. None of this felt real, they didn't feel real, the reflection in the mirror that suddenly panicked didn't feel real, but they couldn't go back to what they thought was reality, no matter how much they hurt themselves, no matter how many times they've tried pinching themselves awake.
That cute, perfect image that everyone imagined was a fake version of them that shattered into pieces.
Mion's wet hands held the doorknob as they walked out of the dormitory restroom, their vision starting to transition into static. Not bothering to dry their hands, their body slumped onto the mattress, their heavy eyelids falling with no way back up. Despite not doing anything today, they still felt exhausted for reasons unknown. As they laid on their bed, their mind drifted into the darkness.
They wished to fall asleep like this forever. Then, they wouldn't have to participate in this anymore. It'll all be okay.