Her body was red, red like the burnt tar in a cigarette.
The steam evaporating off her hot red body like the smoke of the burning cigarette.
She stood in front of the mirror and stared at herself.
She stared at the girl in her reflection, this girl seemed like she was climbing the last mountain.
Her eyes big and sunken in her face you could see her soul.
She was searching for strength.
She saw flashbacks of the people from her past, she saw how tired of emotions was.  
She wanted a change.
The steam was starting to mist up the mirror.
She lost her reflection, has she lost herself forever?
Did she still know who she was?
Does she even know who she is?
She wiped the mirror with one hand and it made a clean slate just enough for her to see half of her face.
Her body was still red but she had stopped steaming up.
She was now a put out cigarette letting off its last breath of smoke.
As she walked away from the mirror leaving the girl in the mirror behind.