Sophia's Point Of View
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
A horrified scream tore from my throat as I stared at my reflection.
My usually flawless, glowing skin, the skin I prided myself on was covered in deep purple bruises and swollen red marks.
One of my eyes was puffed up, the skin around it darkened, and a long, thin scratch ran down the side of my cheek.
I looked like I had been in a brutal fight.
"W-What happened to my face?!" I shrieked, my fingers trembling as they hovered over the bruises.
My breath came in shallow gasps, panic clawing at my throat.
"No…no, this isn't happening," I whispered, my voice shaking.
"Oh, but it is," Morana said sweetly, her voice mocking.
I whipped my head towards her, my vision blurring with rage.
"YOU DID THIS!" I accused, my voice cracking.
"Oh please," she said, rolling her eyes. "You did this to yourself. When you fell, your face hit the platform pretty hard. Guess you were too focused on your ankle to notice, huh?"
I felt sick.
