[[use for sample [post season 6], and in LiS]]
I made my way up the stairs, coughing the entire way. I walked past Willows room, all seemed quiet... the good quiet... so I went into my room and gently shut my door.
I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a tank top that were sitting on the edge of my bed, changed, then went over to my dresser. I picked up the brush that was laying there, and began brushing my hair while looking in the mirror. I watched my reflection in the mirror, but something seemed different. It wasn't very often I stood there and analyzed myself, and now, I realized why. I never really liked change much. I liked the stability of Sunnydale, not that Sunnydale was really stable, but it was stable enough. I'm the Slayer, I kill the demons, make evil go away, and that's how I live my life. But now, things are changing... I was finally starting to get used to Spike being gone... and then, out of no where, he shows back up. Angel said something about coming to Sunnydale. That's a major change, and I'm not sure how that's going to be. I haven't seen Angel since my mom died... and we haven't talked that often.. I've been busy with stuff here, and he there. And now, the Warren/Andrew thing. Seems the nerdy trio has become a confusing duo. I can't read Warren, and I stood there, looking in the mirror, wondering if I even wanted to.
I just got my life back, not too long ago... and even more, I just got comfortable with the fact that I got my life back, less than a year ago.
It was then, I realized... while standing there, watching myself in the mirror... I was still putting the pieces back together. I had changed. I was still changing. And I knew, no matter how much I may want it, I'll never be the same Buffy Summers I was a year and a half ago. It wasn't so much the events that were changing around me, even though they didn't help, it was me.
I stood there, staring in the mirror, until I couldn't tolerate the sight of me anymore. It happens sometimes, I get so mad at myself for not being able to go with the flow, that I end up taking it out on everyone else.
I turned away, and crawled into my bed... my head spinning from the sickness. I turned off the light and lay there with my thoughts. And no matter how hard I tried, my mind kept reverting back to one thought.
In a lot of aspects, I'm just a scared little girl.