mirror :: malum

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michael really couldn't stop thinking about the girl in the mirror, and, if it was anything like last night, he knew he'd be seeing her very soon.

he hoped he was wrong, though, but he knew, deep deep down, he wasn't.

the boy tried to piece together how she died. she had no noticeable cuts or bruises, the only thing even indicating that something happened were the red stains that drenched her dress and mouth. maybe she had choked to death on something sharp, he didn't know.

he didn't really like thinking about it, though. he felt rude and disrespectful, that he was just imagining ways she could have died rather than how to help, like it was some sort of guessing game.

her words didn't calm michael, despite what she wanted, it only scared him more.

what did she mean? why was this happening to him? she just left him with more questions than answers, and it was starting to hurt michaels head.

before her, he just thought it was a nightmare, a scary one mind, but a nightmare non the less, but her words made it feel real. victims of the mirror? that implied there were more people. was it all real?

his mind pondered every question he could. he tried to come up with a logical explanation, even after everything. michael didn't want to believe that this mirror was, perhaps, haunted by the souls of people murdered in front of it. he couldn't wrap his head around that, he couldn't believe that it was true. he didn't want to believe that it was true.

he wanted to go back to worrying and thinking of other stuff, like homework, which he had neglected for the past two days due to paralysing fear.

when it was night he tried his hardest to stay awake, to take his mind off things but it felt as though someone was forcing him to sleep. he couldn't function and his eyes couldn't stay awake so he finally gave in and felt himself slowly drift asleep, finally, letting the darkness of his eyes consume him.

[trigger warning: violence]

this time michael was in a different room, or rather, environment. he was outside, watching as the same man from before leaned against a street lamp placed on the grass that watched over like a bird in the sky, illumining the patch of grass he was stood under.

he had a smirk on his face, but it wasn't the same as how it was the last time he had saw him, but rather this time it looked smug, sexy even.

he was staring at a girl, the same girl from before. she twirled her hair as she stared at him. "hey, ma'am." he spoke smoothly, his voice sounding like butter to michaels ears. how was he this smooth, this normal? he was a murderer, not a charming person. he tipped his hat at her direction.

he wanted to scream at her, tell her to go away and leave him alone, tell her that he wasn't who he said he was, that he was going to do horrible things to her, but he couldn't. no words left his lips, no matter how much he screamed.

the birds tweeted outside, the soft summer breeze gently scraping past michaels body. he could feel the grass below his toes, tickling them as he was forced to watch this man, this murderer, talk to the innocent woman who had no idea what was in store.

michael could still smell everything; the freshly mown grass and the array of plants and flowers, the freshly made bread from the bakery just across the street and other sweet treats. it felt as though he was really there, but he wasn't. how was that even possible.

he could hear the children around him play, running and screaming, laughing without a care in the world, the sounds of the old cars and even horses galop around the thin, dirty streets.