She stood there facing the mirror admiring her looks. The hospital floor was cold on her feet but she stood there any way
admiring her faces soft features. She turned in a wide variety of angles. The doctors didn’t know what was wrong with her. She went through tests and tests but they still didn’t know what was wrong with her.
“Narcy?” the doctor asked.
“Yes.” she replied smiling sweetly at her reflection.
“Just checking up on you.” he replied.
“Mhmmm” she said back her gaze locked on herself.
Was she really sick? Was she losing her mind? Was she depressed?
Narcy admired and admired herself every day until her body grew to weak to stand
“Narcy.” the doctor said again.
“We found out what has happened to you.” he said seriously.
“So what is it?” she asked rather aggressively running her fingers through her platinum blonde hair.
“You.” he stuttered.
“Yess?” she said her tone of voice now impatient.
“Your narcissistic.”
It was ture.
Nary was diseased.
She was concieted