The Protected (WATTY'S2015)

Guardian In The Mirror

               He was always there for me, but not a chance. He left me, my best friend since kindergarten. I'm working as a scriptwriter for advertisements now, but I still can't believe it. He was murdered, and now my boyfriend is acting suspiciously around me.

                I typed on my computer, trying to recover from writer's block. Kate walked into my study, and I turned around and stared back at her. She had empty-looking eyes. Depressed. "You should go to sleep now." She muttered silently. I nodded at her and got up from my chair. The house looked like a haunted house at night. I walked through the hall to reach my room, then noticing something — a glimmer in the bathroom. I turned on the bathroom light, then saw a knife was in the sink, bathing in blood. "Oh, my gosh," I said before gagging on the smell, I ran to the toilet which had a bloody red finger in it. I threw up. Kate ran in and screamed, taking out her phone and calling the police and ambulance. I stared into the mirror, seeing a familiar face. I gasped and looked behind me. He wasn't there. I looked back at the mirror, his face being surprised that I could see him. "Hey there, beautiful," He said, laughing and messing with his hair a bit. "Jackson... It's you.." I cried. Kate ran back into the room and hugged me.

          The police showed up ten minutes later, asking us what we knew about this. "My friend Sunny walked into the bathroom and screamed," Kate said to the police officers. The officers nodded and got the detective. Kate repeated what she had said, and the detective, John Kosher, typed it on his computer. My boyfriend entered the house through the backdoor and walked into the bathroom. "Sunny, what the hell is going on here?" He said to me, looking around frantically. I looked in the mirror again, noticing Jackson there doing the bunny ears to my boyfriend. I turned around and placed my hands on the counter, "I don't know, I walked in here and there was just blood everywhere." I said, holding in a laugh."Well, I'm going to sleep then, the maid can clean up that shiznit tomorrow." He said, yawning and heading off to his room. I closed the bathroom door and laughed. Jackson did too. I then opened the door and looked back in the mirror. "Goodnight, Jackson," I said softly and closed the door shut.