Physical Description- Emma

Emma pre-cancer:    
     You could hear the clinging of jewlery coming around the corner. I didn't have to look in that direction, I knew it was Emma. She always wore lots of silver bracletts that adorned her thin wrists and long silver earrings stretching down to her neck, giving her neck the illusion of incredible length. Atop her neck a slightly tanned oval shaped face, with the slightest tint of pink in her checks. Her big hazel eyes flecked with green always outlined with brown mascara, but never with eyeliner, had a twinkle only found in fairytales. Her nose not too big, but not too small, an arrow leading the eye directly to her huge smile. Lips, thin and light, framing her braced teeth with ease. Emma's long chesnut hair, falls effortlessly down her shoulders with just the slightest wave giving her hair volume like the models in the Pantene commercials without any of the professional help.
Emma during treatment-
     Walking into the hospital room, she was covered in blankets up to her neck just her pale face and neck could be seen. A large face mask covered her mouth and nose as to prevent her from getting sick. The mask would normally over power someone's face, but her huge eyes stood up to the test. Her large hazel eyes, now more evident then ever, seemed like sunken rocks in wet sand. The pink in her checks was gone and the hair that had always enriched her apperance, was now a thing of the past. As I got closer to her, I could see small patches of hair still on her scalp. Her clavicle so prounounced I felt it was screaming at me. She looked weak and worn out, nothing like the girl I knew, but when she spoke I knew that my friend was still in there. She talked with such enthusiasm and happiness I could only imagine the smile that was probably covering her face behind that mask.