A normally boisterous woman's eyes are crystal, glassy orbs full of age and tinted green hues. They were big, and full of promise and potential as she stood gazing at herself in the mirror of a five star hotel bathroom.

Her gaze of longing danced around the tiny room that enclosed her. Below her bare feet, cold ivory tiles expanded toward chalk tinted walls and a white cabinet holding a porcelain sink. Her eyes rested on a white bathtub sitting elegantly in the corner.

The room was clearly too expensive for her. The pristine floor and jeweled towel hangers of the space made the girl realize that she could never be perfect; her inherent qualities of womanhood would never shine like this bathroom before her.

The girl saw the tub in the corner as a cruel reminder of what happened to her. It's a vessel of betrayal that's supposed to make you clean. New.

It instead made the girl unfeeling. People with no humanity had made the once peaceful crucible of water, a pool of lies.

Her stare broke from the corner. There was a stagnant feeling of unease that rested inside that made her body quiver from the chill atmosphere.

Her eyes started to water from all the broken promises and resulting failures this room created. A river began to flow along her bony jaw from the storm brewing within her periphery. The river pushed forward, taking control of the hurricane brewing within the crystals resting on her wrinkled cheek bones.

The evil's of the outside world had crept in just enough to tear her perfect reality apart.

It all must be lies.

A shaky hand gripped her raven hair. It was calloused, baring scratches from the outside's work that broke in. Her thin fingers are nimble, but today they lacked the strength to pull or push or control. The girl let her body weight rest on underweight arms idling on the marbled countertop.

They changed you too.

The girl took a matted handful of her frizzy hair and raised it above her head as far as she could reach. Straight locks freed themselves from her grasp and gently floated to the floor. It's all coming out. Small tufts were left in her white knuckles as some fallen strands stuck to the cold waterway flooding her cheeks. The girl moved her confused gaze to the top of her head. She was greeted by patches of inflamed scalp and bald patches picked raw from anxiety. Skin was starting to flake everywhere.

The sight made her sick. Not only was her head a mess, the rest of her seemed to be withering away piece by piece. She was only skin and bones and brain now. Her arms were barely able to carry the weight of her body and her legs seemed to constantly be on the brink of collapse. She knew that this wasn't her fault, but couldn't help but to blame herself.

The girl outstretched a hand to touch the mirror that held her face in front of her. The cool surface reflected details of herself that she had never seen before. It seemed to reflect all the truth she wasn't able to bear. She used to be beautiful. Her crystal eyes made her seem kind. She nose made her appealing.

But the girl opened her mouth, letting a howl of anger leave her being. She couldn't keep it in. The sound carried into the mirror and shook the countertop. The mirror reflected a world that was crashing down before her eyes.

It's all lies.

The girl clutched the countertop, trying to focus on anything that wasn't the pit in her chest or the pounding in her head or the purulent smell that shoved its way into her nostrils. She had to will herself to remain in control, but the more she stood staring into the mirror, the more atrocity she saw, the more her legs buckled beneath the pressure.

Her grip on the counter loosened as her head throbbed. The water flooding her face began to stream harder and harder, until a collection of tears formed on the counter.

The howls and moans escaping her body grew louder as her body slumped to the floor. It was too late to say goodbye; too late to change anything.

She folded her head into her hands as her crystal eyes shattered into millions of pieces.

Soon the room became ill with a chattering sound. Slowly, sobs turn into relaxed breathing and the shallow breaths became muddied by the clicking of her convulsing teeth.

And the girl felt a new sense of vigor as she let herself go.

Everything was okay. She would be a new person.

The girl raised a shaky arm to the countertop, still chattering her teeth from the pain.

Once upright the girl looked into the mirror once more.

Her eyes were cloudy glass and the rest of her was a rotten sack of bones driven to infect others to be like her.

She had become a part of the living dead.