Frightful Flash Fiction

Look In The Mirror

I hated everything I saw. My hair, my eyes, my nose, my teeth. I hated everything about me. I even hated my personality, but you can't see that in a reflection. Nothing was right about me.

Everything was wrong and misshapen. I didn't like mirrors. I could see myself in them, and I hated it. I hated everything I saw.

I mostly kept these thoughts to myself, but sometimes they'd slip out. They told me I looked fine, that I wasn't as bad as I was making myself out to be. They lied, they always lied. Why did they lie? I'd come home and stare in the mirror, trying to see what they saw, but I couldn't. I hated everything I saw.

It was always on my mind wherever I went. I knew people were staring. Thinking to themselves, thinking I'm disgusting, thinking I'm hideous, thinking of all the things I think about.

They were judging me everywhere I went, judging eyes piercing through me. Leaving scars, scars that only made me uglier. I would think of how I looked as I walked into stores. Placing myself in their shoes, as a normal person forced to look at me. I hated everything I saw.

I started not going out, because I couldn't face them anymore. Their silent taunts, haunting me, it was inescapable. Every morning, I had to look in that mirror. I stared at the mirror, counting my flaws, but there's no big enough number to count them all. I hated everything I saw.

I closed my eyes tight and opened them, hoping I'd look better. And there I was, I was everything I wanted to be. Perfect eyes, perfect nose, perfect smile, perfect body, I was perfect in every way.

I smiled and so did my reflection. But when I stopped smiling, my reflection didn't. It stared at me with it's perfect smile. It put it's hand up. It wanted me to put my hand up too. So I did.

Our hands met on the mirror. I started to tear up, I could finally see what everyone else saw. I closed my eyes again, and opened them. And I was still perfect. I felt confidence for the first time in my life. But when I tried to leave, I couldn't.

I turned back to my reflection. But it wasn't my reflection anymore. No, I was the reflection. I was on the inside looking out. The perfect me, freed from it's binds.

It smiled at me with it's perfect smile one more time, and left the bathroom. Left me there trapped within the mirror. Never again, would I have to see myself, and all my flaws. I hated everything I saw.

And now I don't have to see it anymore.