I've always heard that mirrors can let you see things you've never noticed. I know that's lots of different cultures say that mirrors are a pathway into another world, or the past, or the future, or even hell.
Well, I've never been the spiritual type of person. But ever since that one afternoon when I caught something out of my eye, that shouldn't have been there. I didn't see it at first. But when I looked closer my heart sank.
It was around one o'clock on a Wednesday afternoon, I was late for class and I was hurrying around my dorm room. When I went past the mirror above the sink just outside the bathroom, I saw something reflect in the mirror that wasn't there. When I got closer to the mirror, I could see that the reflection of the open window across the room had someone standing in it. I looked over at the window, and just saw myself. But when I kept looking, my reflection winked at me then took off running away from the window.
I was truly petrified, I couldn't move or say anything, and I just felt my heart slow down. When my legs finally regain their feeling, I just ran to class. I tried my hardest to forget what I saw and pay as much attention to class. After class I just figured that I was probably just stressed out from everything that was going on back at home, and dealing with school.
So I didn't even look at the mirror when I went back into my room, I just went straight to my laptop and started looking on the internet for car parts. But that only lasted for so long, I had to brush my teeth at some point, and I wasn't about to let my fears get in the way of my hygiene. I tried my hardest to not look at the mirror for extended periods of time. But the split second when I looked up from rinsing my moth out, it caught me in its grasp.
I stood there and it stood there, behind me. But it wasn't the feeling of fear that I had, it was a mix of fear and inquiry. Because what it was, was me, just dressed very differently. I was wearing my college T-shirt and black jeans. It was dressed in a dark black dress shirt, with the top two buttons undone, and the same black jeans. It had the same chest tattoo as me. And I realized that it looked just like me when I was in high school. But now it looked like a more sinister version of me.
It smiled at me, then walked closer, and whispered,
"Did you really think you could keep me here forever?
I tried to say something, but all that left my mouth was,
"No."
Then like a flash he was gone.
I just slowly walked to my bed and laid down, a tear fell down my cheek and I began to weep.
He, it, me whatever it was, was right. I don't know why made me think I could hold him back for any amount of time. I was very foolish to try and hide him from the world, but I was just too afraid of what he might get me into.
When I awoke the next morning, feeling used up and empty inside. All my thoughts of lust, love and anger were just gone. Not that I had felt them since I left home to go to school. But I could feel that something wasn't right, and when I rolled over, and looked at the mirror, he was there.
It looked like he was sitting on the counter next to the sink, but he was on the other side of the mirror. He had a knife and he was cleaning his nails. It looked just like me, but better somehow. His hair was dirty blonde like mine, but it was longer and was brushed out of his face. His skin was lighter than mine, like he hadn't seen sun in a long time. Still wearing that same shirt from last night, and the same jeans, and the tattoo a darker blue.
"So you've finally woken up, took you long enough,"
I didn't fear him as much as last night, but I was still a little cautious talking to it.
