Identity: Chapter 2 by Julia Young

Identity: Chapter 2
My body was merely a shell. A shell with my brain in it... or rather just my eyes, as I was yielded no control. I was conscious in sight, but not in mind. My brain said scream, but the muscles in my face just didn't listen. It was as if all my muscles were deaf to my helpless cries, and rather listened to another force that knew sign language. I continued to stare at the reflection in the mirror, as that was all I could do. I stared at my self, refusing to call me 'me' and resorting to using 'it' instead. All it's moves mechanical and monotonous, my body had been transformed into a robot. My head was shaved, my body, stripped down to a white cloth; my skin even had a silver tint to it, my lips, pale purple. All that I could use to identify that this being was me was it's eyes-- my eyes. Their deep warm hazelnut color contrasted with the coldness of their surroundings: a sign of life in an otherwise dead tundra. Yet they were expressionless. You could not see my fear, my anguish, nor my despair. As I helplessly stared into the mirror, my eyes only stared back... empty.

This is a continuation of my last blog post, "Identity: Chapter 1". Although inspired by the same picture as before, I thought that the picture above-- another one from the same collection-- went along with what was happening in this chapter. It not only created a visual for what was going on in the character's head, but also inspired some of my writing.
I hope to continue to write at least one more chapter to this story as I really like how it is developing. Writing these pieces provides me with a chance to relax and enjoy writing in a way that we usually don't write in class.