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My eyes hurt. They are red and puffy. I looked in the mirror today and didn't recognize myself. The girl in the mirror was a mess. Her hair was out of place. Her makeup was non-existent because she didn't bother to put any on. Her eyes were red and bloodshot. She looked like she didn't sleep. I felt bad for her. I wanted to reach through the mirror and hug her and tell her it was going to be ok. I didn't know who she was but I felt like I had known her my whole life. The sight of her every morning made me very curious why this girl was always there. I wanted to ask her but she didn't talk. I would go in the bathroom and stare at her all day. Her sadness overwhelmed me and made me upset. Every now and then when I went in there I would see her crying. It broke my heart and made me cry. We would cry together until there was nothing left.
One day I decided to name her, Jenny. I liked it. Today Jenny looked really bad. She looked as if she was only holding on by a string. She was pale and looked dead on the outside. I sat with her all day to make sure she was ok but she wasn't.
The next morning when I looked in the mirror, Jenny was gone. She wasn't there anymore. Disappeared into the air.
I found a body on the ground under the mirror. I realized that it was me. It was Jenny. It was both of us.
We are one. I sat on the ground next us and held our body.
And as I cried I softly started to sing.
"Wake.. from your sleep
The drying of your tears
Today we escape, we escape
Pack.. and get dressed
Before your father hears us
Before all hell breaks loose
Breathe, keep breathing
Don't lose your nerve
Breathe, keep breathing
I can't do this alone
Sing.. us a song
A song to keep us warm
There's such a chill, such a chill
You can laugh
A spineless laugh
We hope your rules and wisdom choke you
Now we are one in everlasting peace."
My tears fell one by one and I slowly disappeared into the thin air just as Jenny did.

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