Turmoil

Leila once inside her room, shut her eyes momentarily before heading for the dressing table with a mirror on the wall.

Her eyes remained dull with hardly any emotion written in them. It remained on the mirror, gazing at her reflection.

She almost wanted to smile at seeing how mad she looked in the mirror. Her hair was so tangled that she was sure if she did not have soft hair, it would be hard to comb out.

Her eyes trailed the dress on her upper body. It was really dirty. Slowly, her right hand went to her back to the zip.

With her eyes locked with her eyes' reflection, she guided it down to her waist before taking her hand out of the sleeve, letting the gown fall on the ground forming a puddle around her legs.

Her body remained still as she scanned her upper body. The bra she wore covered the most of her breasts. Her stomach with an in navel was flat with some red marks on it.