I Care {Darkiplier}

(Chapter 26)

(Quick heads up, the following may have similarities to a panic attack. I'm not certain if I should put this here, but just in case, sorry if I am making a fuss out of nothing, or have caused harm, please let me know if I have, thank you. Hope this chapter is okay. I may just be overthinking this.)

You froze, your gaze fixated on it. It made sense now, where the glass shards originated. The empty board of a frame was laying between the corners of the wall, just left to collect dust. As you stand back up, you find you can't move your attention from the mirror...Something about it bothered you.

Why was it here? From the detailed etching within the golden faded color that stained the border and the overall size of it, it just did not seem to fit in with what the study was going for. It seemed out of place, like...it was moved in from another room. Another piece of evidence that fit this, was how it was tucked away like someone set it up like that on purpose. It couldn't have just fallen from the wall if it was in fact a part of the interior. There was not even a nail in the wall, much less any markings that would signify this. 

It was puzzling.

With your curiosity piqued, and the overall urge, you find yourself, tiptoeing over the broken fragments, to get a closer look at the antique. You glance down every so often, as to not step on any sharp points that were scattered in the rug. You stop once you're close enough, you slowly lean down, tilting your head as you do so. You stare at it for a moment, taking in its rough exterior, the scratches, the marks, cobwebs that have built up the past few decades. You don't really think as you transfer the aged note into the same hand holding the flashlight.

With a now free hand, you stretch it towards the top of the mount, gingerly resting them on the ridges cut in the frame. Your fingertips barely brush against the height of it, as if one wrong move would break it further than it has already.

You felt weird, the more you took it in. In a way, it even made you feel...wrong. Maybe you shouldn't even be in front of it.

There are many ways you could describe the swirling cocktail of emotions that bubbled within you. It was a slow burn...slowly building up pressure.

You felt unsettled being near it, your heart began racing more than usual. You started to shake a bit, feeling uncomfortable. All these different reactions were slowly beginning to overwhelm you. You should leave, you need to...But...

You find that you can't. You stay rooted to the ground, just...studying this empty shell of a mirror.

You inhale deeply as you finally, after what feels like hours, are able to incline your head to look down at your knees that jutted out from the way you sat as if it would aid you. This doesn't ease the discomfort escalating. A lump steadily grew in your throat, as your eyesight began to blur ever so slightly. Your breathing wavers as your chest aches. You couldn't avoid the salty liquid that over spilled your bottom eyelids, like an overflowing sink.

Everything you have discovered being at this manor, being here in the first place, seeing this peculiar mirror... it all broke loose.

You didn't understand anything anymore, you couldn't. In some ways you were scared...Why was everything the way it was? So many questions that may never get solved, you felt like you wanted to scream...but of course, you couldn't.

How did a ruined mirror be that last straw? Why does this evoke such...emotions out of you?

You swiftly pull away your hand from the frame, haphazardly wiping the dust off your fingers, before you cover your mouth, silencing any sob that was on the verge of being let out.

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You don't know how long you were there, venting out all your anguish.