§Zane's POV§

Garroth coughed in his hand, holding his stomach. I patted his back, biting the inside of my lip. "Want some soup?" I asked; half lidding my eyes.

"Yeah..." Garroth muttered; twirling the cloth of his shirt.

I led him over to the table, putting him down in a chair before walking over to the kitchen pantry and retrieving a can of soup. Sometimes Garroth would get pains in his stomach due to his whole issue. Speaking of issues, I think that my eating disorders is only getting worse.

I pushed the thought aside, not wanting to think about it. I poured the broth into the small bowl before grabbing a spoon. I stirred the cold soup for a few moments before bringing it to the microwave and pressing a few buttons. I hummed as the small buzz begun to grow and sat down across from Garroth, who stared at me dead in the eye with a killing look. "Aren't you going to make some?"

"I did-"

"For yourself." Garroth cut me off, I gulped.

"I'm not hungry..." I whispered, grabbing my pant leg and tightening my hand's onto my pant leg.

"God dammit Zane," He scowled, making me look up.

"Garroth I-" I tried to reason with him, but he had already interjected.

"I am not losing another family member! Stop starving yourself!" Garroth yelled, he stood up, pounding his fist against the table, shaking them. I was shocked; the fact that I could die was becoming more clear. The blonde's voice echoed throughout the whole house, I just started.

"I-I..." I tried to say something but came up short.

Garroth stood up; storming towards me. Before I was aware of the current situation, he'd trapped me in a hug, shoving his face into my collar bone. "I-Its just, y-you look so m-much like her..."

My whole world froze.

"You need to eat Zane," Garroth commanded; How on earth did this situation escalate?

I let out a shaky breath, unsure of what to do I merely started to run my hand down his blonde locks.

***

I popped one of my pills into my mouth, swallowing it. I, Garroth, and Vlyad had all spoken, and I agreed to eat more. Like, slowly build up the amount the food I eat on a daily basis.

I felt my throat numb at the medicine that tumbled down my throat. I blinked looking at myself in the mirror.

"It's just; you look so much like her..."

Garroth's words rung through my ears as he tapped my foot. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as he stared at the mirror. I threw off his mask, discarding it to the flooring. I pinned back my hair a bit to a hairdo my mother worn a few times before. I had grabbed some makeup my mother owned and looked over the small tubes and containers.

I flicked open the concealer open, dipping the little brush into the bottle. I smeared the tan substance over my face, hiding all my freckles. Once I finished, I grabbed the mascara and pointed my eyelashes.

I took a step back, looking at myself in the mirror my breath almost stolen. I was stunned.

I am the spitting image of my mother.

I took a step forward, turning on the silver sink and begun to splash my face with the water; the makeup was washing down my face and staining my face. The mascara leaked off of my eyes and down my face, making me look as though I had been a girl crying and ruining her makeup.

Something about that image, about being right there. I almost wanted to talk to the damn mirror, hug it anything. But it's fake.

It's all fake.