Amber stared at the face in the mirror... that face that is a mockery of what she used to look. Her peachy skin was now a hellish red and she spouted tiny black horns growing on the top of her head... almost identical to her mothers horns. She couldn't even recognize her face as distorted, like someone squished the side of her face in, much like the rest of stretched body. She didn't know which of her symptoms was worse: that she was felt that she was on the verge of overheating, her skin still feeling itchy, the difficulties of moving around in her thin spindly legs, or-
"Ahh... ahH... ACHOO!"
- sneezing fire at random like she just did at the mirror.
"Ghaaa! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE IT I HATE YOU!" she screamed into the face in the mirror, all of these unwanted bodily changes have been too much for her and she just wanted to go back being cute. As the symptoms gotten worse and worse, the more she tried to avoid everyone as much as she could and hid herself in her room for longer and longer periods of time. They servants occasionally came in to check on her, bringing her meals, medicine, and ice packs but she was always quick to send them away as she has become rather irritable. Maybe irritability was a symptom of one of the diseases she contracted... or maybe it stemmed from the frustration of her bodily changes... or maybe her anxiety of her own mother slowly forgetting who she was... Amber wasn't quite sure. Maybe it was all the above?
Amber sighed, mentally fatigued with just... everything. She hasn't seen her sisters ever since she became sick, she missed going to school, she can't enjoy reading books or watching television without something bothering her, nobody knows how to help her and her mom was growing younger and younger day by day. Sure the idea of seeing a younger version of your mom is novel but... the smaller she gets... the more she forgets about her. Sure even with the memory lose her mom was still considerate of her well being but... but... she doesn't come in kiss her goodnight like she used to. Nor... did she tell her that she loved her... and at some point she just... stopped being her mom. Trying to hold a conversation with her was just... too painful for her because that blank expression of... of her own mom not knowing who she was. Her own mother was avoiding her... and Amber in turn was avoiding her back as it was just... easier that way. Even if her mom remembered her, she would look nothing like the girl in her memories. It was... for the best they leave each other alone... so that only one of them had to be sad.
As Amber layed in her bed, shedding tears into her pillows once again at the thought of her mom not recognizing her, there was two knocks on the door. Great she though, Nona was going to check on her again or something... COULD SHE JUST LEAVE HER ALONE IN HER MISERY FOR ONCE!?
"Go away..." replied Amber in a muffled voice, flinging the covers over her body so that she can hide herself though her elongated abdomen and end of her legs are still exposed. When they opened the door, Amber quickly grew annoyed as she did not want to deal with ANYONE right now.
"Did you not hear me!?" growled Amber as she lifted her head to look at the intruder, the only part of them they would are her two yellow eyes as the rest of humanoid portion of her body was cocooned by a large blanket.
"I said... go away-" the moment she laid eyes on her childish form of her mother, Amber froze still. Why... why was she here? Was she lost? Why is that she was showing up in her life just now? And then... her mom hugged her and she said the words that Amber wanted to hear for so many days: I love you Amber.
"M-mom... you... y-you do?"
But... instead of joy or happiness that she thought those words would bring... all Amber could feel was... rage.
"N-no! No you don't! Y-you don't even know know who I am! A-a-and even if you do, I look... I look NOTHING like the girl you remember. J-just... just get out of my room and j-just... and just... forget me okey?! Its better that way..."
With that Amber buries her face into the pillow, her hand grasping tightly on the blanket so that it covers the upper part of her body so that her mom would not able able to see the effects of the disease has done to her body. Amber didn't want her mom to see the mockery of a daughter that she has become. Amber would sob quietly into her pillow... she praying that her mom would just leave.
