Look into the Mirror (Camren)

Chapter I

"Whatever you do, don't look at the mirror in the basement." My mom warned me. I didn't really know why she told me that- I mean, she said that out of nowhere. I was just re-packing my stuff out of my bag in my room and then she walked in to tell me that.

"Why not?" I asked her as I continued to place my clothes in the closet.

"Just promise me you won't do it, sweety and don't go near the basement." She pleaded desperately like it was written in the Ten Commandments and who ever will disobey will get punished. "It's not that stable anymore and the ceiling may fall unto you. We'll get it fixed soon."

"Alright, mom. I won't." I rolled my eyes. "I never even want to go there."

"Thats good to hear, Mija." Mom smiled then patted my head like a dog which made me roll my eyes again. "I'll let you go unpack." She said then left.

I have just gotten back in Miami after five years of living with my grandparents. The reason behind this was my family disliked homosexuality. When they found out I was gay, They sent me to Cuba to live with my awfully strict grandparents until I finished senior year and college there. It was like having a babysitter around. Goodness, my life was basically hell in Cuba. The kids there started teasing me as baby Karla because My grandpa, sometimes my grandma walks me to my classroom then leaves and then when I get out of my last class, one of them was waiting for me outside. But then, since they're old and can't walk around, move that much, they paid someone to watch over me. Every minute I walk out, Rob was there. He was a really huge and scary man which made every kids there to keep their distance from me. He just stands there like a creep watching my every move until I finished college and got back in Miami with no girlfriends because I'm too weird for them but I do have a boyfriend. His name is Austin. He didn't even ask me out. My grandparents were like, 'Mija, this is Austin, your boyfriend'. I don't even know why I still didn't break up with him. He flirts with every girl he sees.

My family was scared for me to turn gay again, which never really stopped and heck, they even made me stop communicating with my old friends back in Miami because of that. I had to break up with my girlfriend and I haven't talked to her until now. Why can't they understand that being gay isn't a choice? It's just part of who you are and it's definitely not a sin. God doesn't hate homosexuals.

I sigh and walk downstairs where I found Dinah and Ally sitting on the couch. The last time I talked to them didn't go well. I refused to talk about Lauren when they were trying to tell me something about her or about what she wants them to tell me. I wasn't sure, and it probably wasn't that serious anyway. I was trying to move on, and not caring is the simplest way to do that.

All I remembered about Lauren was; She used to be the love of my life, my everything. But then I need to distance myself and forget her because I couldn't give her what she wants; I can't be her soulmate no matter how hard I try. I'm just Camila. I'm not enough for someone as perfect as her. I hope she's happy now so I could be happy for her.

"Ally? Dmac?" I called out. They immediately looked at me then smiled like an idiot before jumping off the couch and giving me the biggest bear hug ever.

"Mila, we missed you!" Ally cried out in excitement.

"I missed you too Allycat!" I chuckled. "But y'all need to let go of me because I can't breath."

"We should hang out!" Dinah chuckled. "And set you up on a date!"

"No no. No dates for mija." Mom called out in the kitchen. "She has a boyfriend."

"Mom,." I rolled my eyes. "no."

"Ooh, a boyfriend." Ally said, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. "I thought you were gay?"

"She still is." Dinah pointed out. "She still wears the promise ring Lauren gave her."

Ally shot Dinah a look which I didn't understand but hearing her name hurts because she probably moved on and is in a relationship with someone else.

"Sorry." Dinah sighed.

"It's okay." I sighed and hugged them again.

"I know this is hard for you but-" before Ally could continue, I spoke.

"Hush, Ally, I don't wanna hear it." They both nodded in understanding.

Mom told me when I was in Cuba that she moved on and never want anything to do with me. This is why these two are comforting me, maybe.

"Where's Normani?" I asked.

"Come with me to find out!" Ally squealed excitedly.