The Boy In The Mirror

New Home

I knew my life was falling apart knowing my parents were divorcing, but I never thought I would move out of the home I grew up in, My father and I arrived at the new house in Oregon while my mother and little brother were still in New York, I tried to stay positive but as I walked through the door it was everything I wasn't expecting my heart fluttered as I realized this dump is my future home. The floorboards made this creaking sound that screamed every time I moved an inch, there were these wood planks over the windows so only a little bit of light would shine in, some of the windows were smashed from homeless people breaking in looking for a place to sleep. I eventually made my way upstairs to pick a bedroom to hopefully start my new life, while walking through the dark scary hallway I approached a ladder where I immediately climbed up. It led up to a latch, I banged on it a couple of times and it clicked open.

I very cautiously peeked my head through the hole that led to the attic, I noticed a tall mirror in the back middle of the room, I pulled myself up and over and walked to the mirror. It was broken, but not so broken I couldn't see myself. I used the sleeve of my oversized sweatshirt to dust off the spider webs and as I got closer I noticed the reflection of the mirror was different from what was behind me. There was a black rug and a darker dresser filled with what I was guessing is clothes, I heard heavy footsteps coming from underneath of me, I quickly put a sheet over the mirror so dad wouldn't question what I was doing.

"Hey! You pick this as your room?" he asked me while pulling himself over the latch with the biggest smile

"Uhm.." I tripped over myself guarding the mirror "yea I think so.."

"What are you hiding there?" he said peeking over my shoulder

"Oh, nothing!" He moved me out of the way and pulled down the sheet I just put up. I should've known my acting skills couldn't help me in this situation. Though when he looked into the mirror he didn't react as I did, he gave me a weird look and continued to ask what I wanted to eat for dinner.

I felt as if I was going crazy, when he went back down the ladder I grabbed my bag and unzipped it, I got out my phone and pointed it at the mirror. I took a photo of the mirror and in the photo, it was me, only me, no black rug and no dark dresser. I jumped back and felt stupid.

"Paris!" my dad yelled "I got us pizza from the pizza place down the street"

"Coming!" I responded while putting up my dark fluffy hair in a messy bun. I put the sheet back over the mirror, I then picked up my phone off the floor in one hand and my bag in the other. Before I went down the ladder I looked back at the mirror and admired what the hell was happening.