She let the thought linger on her lips, unspoken and unused, sterile like an unopened bandaid, just for her own wounds.

Have you ever woken up and seen not you in the mirror, your own bathroom mirror, and not seen your own face?Not seen the face that had become so familiar in the duration of your life, your existence, slowly changing as time went by, and not seen this face but seen a person completely different from the one you thought you knew so well?

It had all begun about a year ago, if she could pinpoint any time for the start of the downward spiral she had begun to think about objectively. She had been wanting to know whether Teddy, her best friend turned recently boyfriend, wanted to go catch a movie. They had finally got it together after years of watching each other lead such separate love lives. She had watched him kiss girl after girl, not even remembering their names the next week when she asked how they were going. He had watched her stay quietly at home every Saturday night, watching movies and studying. They weren’t in the serious stage of their relationship as of yet, but they had only been going out for two months, and Mia had big hopes for them in her heart.

Walking into his backyard, where he lived in his own little renovated granny flat that his family had stopped renting out years ago, she had knocked on the door and nobody had answered, even though she thought she heard voices, and his mother had assured her that he was home and hadn’t gone anywhere. So feeling a slight panic she refused to acknowledge light heartedly, she had walked quietly, though not on purpose she had reassured herself, and swiftly to the window, taking a small spy into the window. What she had seen there had shattered her heart. Tears sprang instantly to Mia’s eyes and streamed down her face like Niagra Falls.

Teddy, her Teddy, kissing another girl. A beautiful brunette, if you saw people with a mask of make up on as beautiful, kissing her Teddy. Her Teddy, her handsome, honest Teddy, kissing another girl, when he said he liked her, maybe even loved her. This truth was too much to take. Her cherished dreams of a long time relationship, more dates like the few they’d had, with no awkwardness, just a content, comfortable company, just the two of them, were gone, blasted into oblivion by Teddy’s and the brunette’s lips plastered together like their was no tomorrow while sitting at his breakfast bar.

It couldn’t have been any worse if she had walked into a hotel room with them doing something more than kissing, the nerve of him kissing a brunette while dating her, kissing her while she sat in the very chair that Mia herself had sat in since what seemed like forever, even before they were dating and they had been just friends. This was just an overload. As though in a trance, she picked up a rock from the nearby garden, not even knowing what she was going to do with it herself, and threw it with as much force as she could manage while crying at the window.

Teddy’s face snapped around looking for the source, and she saw the shock on his face as she looked at him with all her sorrow and upset, and wiped her eye forcibly with her jacket sleeve, running and stumbling away with a look of hatred, hatred on quiet, nice, soft hearted Mia’s face at him, her best friend, her boyfriend, him Teddy. The brunette, she noticed had turned her head in what almost seemed like a contemptuous drawl movement, to look slyly at Mia. It was that girl that had winked at Teddy at the dance, right before he had turned her away and asked if she would like to go have a drink, on their second date indeed.

This was the day she pinpointed as one of the worst in her life, the beginning of the end for her. He had run out the window, after putting his hand on the brunettes arm and murmuring a quick apology. Tearing after her, he had grabbed her by the arm, which she shrugged off as hard as she could. He called out her name. But she just kept running. "I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Please don’t be angry at me, it wasn’t my fault. It’s not like you haven’t thought about it before. You should have realised I would do this sometimes when we first started going out. You’ve known me for years. Why won’t you just come back and we’ll sort this out?"

She turned around her heel, pivoting around to look at him, her head tilted to the side just slightly. She was shaking violently, upset and hateful, alone and afraid, tearful and gulping. She opened her mouth, and words were uttered that she would never would have imagined streamed out of her mouth. "You’re not sorry. And it’s my fault that you couldn’t even be faithful to me? I should have expected that you would do this sort of thing? You know what? You can go marry her for all you like? You know, have a bunch of kids, a station wagon, the whole house and Labrador and all that. I don’t care. Because you aren’t even worth being upset over. I hate you!" She screamed the last sentence with all her fury, and her anger and her tears, and most of all, all her broken and unrequited love, which made it all the worse. She spat on the ground, a filthy thing to do in ordinary circumstances, but in this situation it seemed all to fitting, all too appropriate to do.

This was, as she recollected, the beginning of the end as she tore back through the streets and too the park swing. This was the day she would forever categorise as the end of an era and the start of a new and destructive one. This was the end of the Mia that Teddy had thought he knew so well, she made sure of that, and the start of a new person, a persona soon to become known as Jet. She had stared into the mirror not too long ago, and seen a broken half reflection of a ghostly white figure with tired eyes, with all the strength and hope drained from them. She had seen the monster Jet, who had taken over her, had possessed her. She was what was on the other side of the broken reflection.