One-off short stories

Already Dead

So here's another one-off I wrote. I guess you could call this the spiritual successor to In a Room. Why am I calling this a spiritual successor and not a sequel? Because I didn't title it 'In a Corridor'. I don't really have much to say about this, other than that it's also really dark.
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The man stood at the end of the hallway. He'd done it, the bodies lay behind him. He'd killed them one way or another, just like he said he would. He had no other purpose here. So why didn't he just walk out? The man had completed his journey, he'd realized what he wanted to know. Why didn't he just walk out? The man only moved forward, through the empty corridor, at some point things changed. He finally reached the end of the corridor. There was a mirror. For a long time, he didn't even dare to look at it, he was horrified at what he might see. But there was nothing else, the corridor behind him was already just darkness. So he looked up at it, and saw what everyone sees in a mirror,"Why?! Why am I still there?! I'm not the same person! So why do I still see myself? I'm not worthy of this body! I'm not worthy of those memories! I'm a monster, not me! I'm not a person!" He cut the mirror in half, and then fell into it.
He woke up in the same corridor. Behind him was his shadow, except there was no sunlight. The shadow started to reshape and form, until it was him again. Nothing different, just him,"No! Die!" He cut one shadow but another appeared,"Die!" Another kept appearing,"Why aren't I dead already?!" He kept cutting them up,"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!" He kept cutting them up,"I'm not that person anymore! I'm stronger, I'm doing the right thing! I've found my path so why do you still look the same!" He kept cutting up the shadows. "Do you not get it? I've lost everything making me you! So why do you keep appearing? Why aren't I dead already?" They wouldn't stop coming, but he couldn't let them get to him. No, that would be terrible,"I will not accept you! So stop!" They still had the same look in there eyes,"There isn't any good in me! Stop looking like there is! I'm a monster!" He didn't know what to do, when to stop. Until, finally, eventually, the shadows stopped coming. He feel to the ground, only to see another mirror beneath him. The image still hadn't changed,"Why!" He cut it to pieces and fell through again.
This time there existed only one shadow. But he didn't have a weapon, he couldn't kill it,"What are you doing here? You are dead! You died when she died! There is nothing left of us." He didn't say anything, just looked at me with those eyes. "All I'm doing now is justice! I'm don't feel anymore! So why do you?!" And yet he didn't move, he didn't change. "You don't exist anymore! Go away and die like you did!" He ran up to the shadow and started punching it. But his fists phased through the shadow,"Why do you live! Why aren't I dead already! I already killed you! With everyone else you died too! So why do I still see you?! Why are you still my reflection!" He screamed. The shadow just kept looking at him. The man fell to the ground,"Stop! I can't feel like this! I can't feel anymore! Don't make me think I can! I will not remember her! I can not remember her! I cannot live with that! I could never live with that! All I can do is bring justice now! That's what I'm telling myself! Because... because, I cannot feel that anymore. How can anyone live with those feelings! How?" He called out.
And then the shadow spoke,"You live with them, and remember them, and accept them. You let them depress you, and then eventually you'll get it. Her death wasn't the end of the world, because..."
The man finished his sentence himself,"The world had already ended. But I had been working to fix it! With her help, I'd been working to fix it. But can I keep going now? After all I've done? No, I've changed haven't I? You're dead, aren't you?" He asked.
All the shadow said was,"Can you?" and then the man fell again.
Trapped in nothingness, the man was curled up in a ball in the darkness. For a while, nothing happened, he just thought. He still wasn't sure if he could live with it or not. And then footsteps came, he knew who it was,"Stay away from me! I don't deserve to see you! I already died!" The footsteps didn't stop,"Why do you keep coming! You can't look at me the same way now! Why?" The man started to cry,"You should just leave me alone. I don't deserve any of this anymore. I've gone too far to go back, so stop coming forward!" He cried out, but the footsteps kept coming,"Stop or I'll have push you back! I'm not living with this anymore! I don't think I can! So stop coming forward!" He screams, but the footsteps only got louder,"I don't remember you! So stay away from me!" And yet the person kept coming to him, never stopping the footsteps,"Why? Why do you still come to me? I don't deserve you! I'm the worst person you could come to!" And yet the footsteps were almost right next to him. And then he felt something,"You didn't give up on me? Despite everything! I don't understand!"
There were never any mirrors in that white corridor. There were only two things. Emptiness, and him.