mirror :: malum

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his breath hitched in his throat.

his mother sat up from the bed, rubbing her tired eyes as she stared at the spooked boy. "are you alright, love?" she asked, a lot more softer now however her voice croaked from the sleep.

michael couldn't respond. he looked down at his feet. nothing. just hard wood. there was no traces of anything.

nothing.

not even a spec.

what had happened.

"i-" he started but couldn't let out the right words. "night, sorry." he flipped off the light and scurried back to his room. he slammed the door, sliding down it.

he tried to process what had happened. it sounded so real.

"you love your parents, don't you michael?" that familiar voice hummed in a soft hush. it came from all sides of the room. he couldn't pinpoint where the ghost was. "i mean of course you do. you wouldn't want anything..." he paused. "bad happening to them, huh, boy?"

"n-no. please don't h-hurt them." Michaels voice cracked and shook, staring up at his ceilings. "please, calum, please."

suddenly a gun came sliding his way. it looked familiar.

it was the one calum had used on himself. a few blood stains glittered the cold dusty metal. what was this? why was he giving him this?

"do it." calum appeared, sat crisscross on the floor. "do it and save them. don't do it and i use it on them."

"do what?"

"don't be dumb, michael. you know exactly what i want you to do."

the words felt like knives to the chest. they twisted and twisted, hurting him more and more.

the scared boy slowly lifted up the heavy item, inspecting it. it was old, there was a thick layer of dust that seemed to coat the cold metal, creating a cloud of dust anytime michael touched to. he opened it, seeing two bullets.

"but, why?"

"you can be with me forever. you love me, michael. deep down you're as sick as me and this way, you will never leave."

michael felt as though he couldn't breath. he scratched at his chest. he hadn't noticed the tears that were streaming out of his eyes until now, wetting his cheeks and chest.

"but-"

"no buts. now or your parents die." calum moved closer, placing his cold hand on michaels. he didn't sound threatening though, and his touch sent tingles through the alive ones body like an electric shock. he started to sob.

"i'm scared though, calum."

"i'll be here."

calum guided the hand that was gripping the gun. he flicked off the safety.

"no no no, n-not yet. can i write a note? please?"

calum huffed and nodded so michael scrambled to his note pad, grabbing a pen and started to write.

to ever this may concern,

no.

to ever finds me,

im sorry. im so sorry.

i didn't want to do this, i truly didn't.

mum, dad, i love you. you mean the world to me. please don't blame yourselves. this wasn't your fault and you couldn't stop it, just promise to move away. leave the mirror, smash it i don't care but don't take the mirror with you, please. im begging you.