Creepy Pasta ( my stories)

Mirror

I sat in the blackened darkness as I look up at the mirror on the wall. I asked it how something so beautiful could hide something so dark. Something that intruded my thought. The things you were taught to stay away from. The ugly, the horrid things that filled my mind. The mirror did not answer, but it moved side to side eventually of the wall. I thought to myself what an unusual occurance. I have always been told I have done everything perfect, but the smashed glass pieces seemed to disagree. I look at my hands to make sure I didn't get impaled. I got up to run down the dark hallway to find a dust pan. I came across another ancient mirror. I put hand on the mirror and saw that the last mirror had made the other side of my face dark. Did the mirror know I had such dark thoughts? What it try to tell me something? My head was pounding for being in shock. I continued my journey to eventually grab and sprint back through the hallway to notice the new mirror in the same motion. I dodged the mirror and made to my room, panting. It was like both mirror saw what everyone couldn't. It is driving me mad that I don't know what the mirror is try to tell me. I walk in the room to notice the mirror was fixed. My heart was basically pounding out my chest. I look to see the same reflection. I try to rub at my face, but it doesn't work. All of a sudden I heard a knocking from the mirror. I jumped back in fright. A little boy consumed the space of the mirror. The little was torn up and bleeding from all different places. He was cut deep like someone had tried to chop him in to pieces. I asked him what happened to him. He spoke trying to hold the blood in his mouth, " My parents killed me. The left me here. They told me if I was a perfect child, they would have to. I killed yours so that we can stay together, imperfect and all." That last statement had broken me and horrified me at the same time. Was I suppose to believe him? His thick laugh covered me room. The mirror was changed to looking in my parents room. The room was splattered in blood. He had cut a wide smile on both of them. I couldn't look no more it hurt me. He asked me, " What's wrong? I did as I was supposed to. Parents are too stuck on whether or not they have the best kid. I will not kill you." I looked at him and said, " My parents did think I was perfect." He chuckled and said, " My parents did too. I have to leave, but where ever you go I will be."