Mirror Murder Mystery

First Person

I'm standing in front of a mirror.

The scene is not all that strange to me since I am pretty sure that this is my bathroom and it is late at night. The silence of the night is disturbed by the passing cars and the sound of the television in the next room. The light in the bathroom is the fluorescent type that emphasized how white the bathroom really is. The tiles covering the area only heightens that feeling within me.

I cannot say for sure as to why I am standing in front of the mirror right now. I just remember being compelled to do say and made my way here.

Putting my hands on the cold basin I give my reflection a serious look. It is safe to assume that I am glaring at myself.

"So," my voice sounds deeper than I thought. "Why am I here?" I ask my reflection—me, in joking manner.

As expected, I did not receive an answer.

But I must admit, I am slightly disappointed in the fact that there is no reply.

If there had been one, I would have been terrified and started to make a break for it. But there is no hint of a response, so I partly feel like an idiot. Only partly.

That is a complete and utter lie. I feel like a total idiot.

After letting a sigh escape my mouth, I glance back up to see my reflection. Doing the same things that I had been doing, I wonder about my facial features and the way I look.

I will not say that I am a good looking person. It is more accurate to say that my face is generally common. Nothing about me stands out making realize the average appeal I had. To think that even of myself. Am I being subjective or am I basing myself in comparison to others?

Do you know what that fine line is between the two? It is called sel -esteem. Basing yourself on something as abstract as that. Now that is a little sad.

"I'm one strange person, right?" I ask myself, raising my hands in resignation.

"I can fix that."

"?" I am sure that my expression is perplexed right now. The expression on the mirror is showing a different one to mine.

My reflection is smiling at me.

It is not in a nice an friendly manner. It is creepy and gives a creepy feeling. My entire body shivered just from noticing it.

The other thing I found strange is the reply I received. It did not come from me but I was sure that that had been my voice. I do not doubt that fact.

I heard a reply. I am sure of it.

I look at the mirror. My face muscles are not a new thing to me so I test out a few things.

I frown. My reflection smirks at me.

I furrow my eyebrows. My reflection smirks at me.

I smirk at my reflection. My reflection gives me a blank look.

It is purposely doing it's own facial expressions to make aware of it.

This can not be right. I always take my medication. I am sure of it.

I have no choice but to further investigate then.

"Was that you?" I ask. My palms feels sweaty and I can hear that my voice quivering.

My heart is beating at an uncomfortably fast rate. This feeling in my chest is starting to make me light headed.

My reflection pointed at his chest with a broad grin on his face.

"Is that what you should be worried about?" It asks.

I slowly look down at mine.

Knife,

Chest,

Piercing,

Blood,

More Blood,

Spraying everywhere,

Fatally.

Everything suddenly feels like I am slow motion. My words become less articulate and my thought process jams. I can't fully scope what has just happened and I stare at the knife.

I've been stabbed in the chest.

My chest was stabbed.

I've been stabbed.

Something stabbed me.

My reflection stabbed me in the chest.

My brain finally recognized what that meant, but by then it's too late.

The pain starts to register and I feel my body shut down. I look at my reflection.

Blood has moved up throat and is starting to flow out of my mouth. My shirt is sticking to my stomach and my arms are numb. I cannot lift them up or use them anymore. The rest of my body is also starting to feel this way.

"W... Why—ghrk!" I cough and blood sprays the reflection. My reflection is covered.

"I hate you!" I hear and my hearing fades. My vision has also blurred right now.

I can't even feel anything anymore as my body falls to the ground. The blood loss is too much and I cannot be saved any more.

It's alright. I feel calm.

This is all okay. This is all okay. I'm sure things like this happens all the time. I am sure of it.

I do not feel afraid.

I do not feel the pain.

My vision is gone. I cannot see.

It's dark. Was it always this dark?

I don't know anything.

I am cold. Did I always feel this cold? I cannot think of any other feeling than being this cold. It is like a feeling that cannot be described. I feel like I would stay like this no matter how many blankets I use. Is it strange that I find this feeling comforting?

I just hope that my wife is okay.

I am sure she will be fine.

Ah, I'm sleepy.

I'll just sleep here for a while...