The teen stormed up the stairs to the bathroom, once again slamming the door so hard that the bottle of mouthwash fell over into the sink and poored out. 'Elizebeth!' came the enraged shout. Eli only locked the door. It was a weekly routine for every Monday. Wake up. Dress. Get ready. School. Home. Fight with aunt. Go upstairs.. She stared into the mirror and was disgusted by what she saw. Many of the boys at the presitigious academy she attented said she was beautiful, but she told them to leave her alone and stop trying to get in her pants. Well, she used words stronger than, "Leave me alone", but that didn't matter. Eli stared at the mirror, in disbelief she was so.. So.. Ugly. Long, auburn hair that trailed down to her ribcage, reflecting the soft lights of the room, hung in ringlets over her left shoulder. There were exactly 13 of them. She saw the 13 freckles that adorned her face, scattered across the bridge of her nose. The thick, midnight black lashes above her jade green eyes. Those were the only things she liked about herself, her eyes. She remembered about how he would stare into them. A single tear trickled from those eyes down her porcelain white cheek. It left a glittering trail, and she caught it with her tongue. It was salty and bitter, just like everything in her life. He was always perfect. In every way. Eli felt beautiful with him, and felt enlighted, happy. She felt loved. But then he'd been hit by the car. The one that should have hit her, and killed her, not him. Her thin, pink lips let out a choked sob as she fell to her knees, her gaze drifting to her arm. 13 bangles.. 13 coloured bangles he had bought her. Her aunt had told her to get over it. Get over him! But she couldn't. She never would. She shakily rose to her feet and gazed at herself in the mirror. Elizabeth Reddington Dallas was ugly to herself. She was a failure. Broken. Dying. And there was nothing they could to fix it. Because he wasn't there. Because Lucas was dead and gone and she could never bring him back.