Staring into the mirror that only seemed to mock her was almost too much. Her scars, her protruding bones, no one could remember her as anything different.

She was the beauty queen. The winner of every class election, the perfect daughter. Her family's goddess. Then she grew up. Then her mother died.

She was but 13 when it all took its turn. Another day, another pagent. It was her mother driving. Suddenly, in a moment of fear for a cats life, a silly little cat that had run out in front of their car, she pulled the wheel out of her mother's hands. Spinning, the car rammed into a tree. Her mother died on impact. At least that was what the coroner had said.

She looked down at the blood in the sink. The blood she had coughed up. It no longer scared her. Why should it? She had seen so much of it the last five years. Glancing over to the syringe that held her pain-reliever, her best friend, she smiled. It wasn't a happy smile. It was one of relief. She knew what would come. Another hallucination. Another trip to her wonderland. Her father would find her in the morning, get her up onto her feet, feed her, bathe her. All in an attempt to save her from her self. His baby girl, his goddess, had become human.