One Hundred Broken Mirrors| Camilo Angst | Encanto

Give Your Pain To Someone Else

*Ya'll don't know how many times I've started every chapter with 'Camilo' 😭*

TW: Blood

Camilo looked up from the floor and at the locked door. He once again eyed the smashed mirror and flinched.

Looks like history's repeating itself,

He gave up and trudged over to the door. Looking up at its golden frame, memories of opening the same door for the first time flashed through his diseased mind. He shuddered slightly, and turned the doorknob ever so slowly.

He came face to face with his older sister, Dolores. She looked troubled and panicked.

"Dolores? Are you okay? You look kinda pale.."

"Camilo.. is everything alright? I mean, with the ceremony and the cracks you saw.."

Camilo looked away from her bright eyes, unable to answer.

"And your hand... is it okay?"

Until now, Camilo had forgotten about his wounded hand from earlier. Now that Dolores had mentioned it, he felt the pain rise up once again.

"My hands' fine, and I'm doing alright, don't worry,"

"Camilo, I'm your sister, I can tell when you're lying." She said rather sternly. "Besides, I can see the blood right there,"

Camilo looked at his gloved hand, and saw spots of blood absorbing through the fabric. It began to drip from the bottom as well.

"I just.. this is... it's nothing! Please, just- go away...."

"Camilo, we need to talk, whether you like it or not." She said, inching closer inside.

Camilo took a step back, clutching his wrist tight.

"Fine," He gave in.

He walked back over to his bed, not bothering to cover up the glassy mess.

Dolores' pupils widened as soon as she saw it.

"Camilo, what the hell is this? I knew something happened earlier but I didn't think-"

She looked down at his hand, glove on the side of the bed. Small shards of glass stuck out of his palm, and masses of blood oozed out and onto his knees.

"Oh my God, Camilo are you okay?! Do I need to get Julieta?"

"No! I'm not letting anyone else know about this,"

Dolores stayed silent for a few seconds, then exhaled and sat down next to him.

Eyeing the broken mirror, Dolores brushed hair out of his face.

"Why did you do it?" She asked, practically begging him to tell the truth.

"I...... don't want to be able to look at myself,"

"What do you mean? If anything I'd assume you'd love admiring yourself as much as possible,"

"Yea, that's what you think, and what everyone else thinks, and they all think they're right because that's the only side of me they ever saw!!" He yelled, throwing the glove.

"I'm nothing more than just a freak who hides their tears with a smiling mask," Camilo buried his face in his hands.

"You know that's not true-"

"People only want me to be someone I'm not, people only talk to me because they want me to use my gift, no one has EVER asked me "Hey Camilo! How's your day been?" It's ALWAYS been "Camilo come and help me do this, Camilo I need you to do that," EVERYONE JUST WANTS ME FOR WHAT I HAVE, NOT FOR WHO I AM!"

His voice echoed through the room.

Dolores slightly jumped when he yelled, knowing that it was so much louder. She inched closer towards him and pulled him into her warm arms.

Dolores let him cry for a few minutes until sobs turned into sniffles.

"I know how it feels to be recognised only for your gift," Dolores comforted him. "I wish people would treat me like a normal person too sometimes,"

"Why did my gift have to be shape shifting, I didn't know who I was before, this isn't helping. It's like that stupid candle WANTS me to suffer," Camilo said between tears. "It's so much easier for everyone else though, like Isabela likes her gift, and Luisa's happy with hers, and Antonio and Julieta, you know? And I'm stuck with this.... Curse."

Dolores loosened her grip on Camilo and stood up. She turned to face him and held out her hand.

"Come with me,"