Cody Mason gave a sigh and sat up from her couch. It was late and she still hadn't eaten supper. Cody was having another off day and had just finished a rather upsetting phone call from Dr. Mikko. She was going to kill her therapist someday... Or so she told herself after every phone call.

She stood up and looked around her modest apartment. Various knick-nacks lightly lined her shelves. Nothing metallic and nothing shiny. Odd for a girl, but if you looked around, you'd notice there were no mirrors either. The one mirror in the bathroom had a towel over it, and every fixture was either matte coloured or plastic. Nothing gave off a reflection. Cody didn't own a scale, but she had a cupboard of vitamins.

A buzzing alarm sounded off of her phone, and she groaned. When that alarm went off, it was a audible reminder to eat, if she hadn't already. Heading to her fridge, she grabbed a small pre-cut veggie tray. The vegetables didn't excite Cody, but she had to eat. She had to get better, she couldn't let Michael still control her. She was better than that. She had to be better than that.