From One's Eye View

The Beginning

A broken mirror I was. I displayed the beauty of others and hatred for some.

Life has always been weird for me, considering I been alone since birth. I have no recollection of my memories nor who I am.

I don't know my name, age or who i used to be....

Have I always been in this broken mirror? Did I have a family? A Mom or Dad....or even siblings? I don't know.

Life has always been a wonder for me, but as soon i figured out that it was beyond my reach. I knew that something was up.

I was stucked in a mirror, it was my only barrier from the outside world. I do not know where I am.

I really hate my current situation.....but i waited for somebody to come and pick me up from this lonely place.

But as i guessed, I will either be passed down to another or be left forgotten in the place i heard as 'trash'. I heard thats where all of the useless stuff goes.

But I'm not useless, why am I forced to be thrown away or passed down to another?

Years and Centuries passed and I lost count.

How many people have bared me as a broken mirror or a piece of broken antique? How many animals have tried to bare their fangs into my handles? How many horrible remarks have I heard from those humans.

I want it to stop! But I can't make it stop.

Humanity was once my dream of seeing and experiencing but I have been soiled by those humans. I have turned to despise them.

Soon I found myself being placed into the basement of a worn down mansion in the middle of no where........

The person who held me was nothing but a drunken man who found me in the trash, he had made his way up to the deep part of a area called a 'woods' and had walked straight into the basement of the mansion.

He placed me onto the ground of the basement and ventured to the front door of the mansion, not hearing my pleas and screams as I banged my fists onto the glass. I want to be free.

As I slowly calmed down, I could hear the howls of creatures of the night followed by screams and shrieks of a familar man.

But soon, the sounds died down and the sounds of leaves rustling against the wind and light footsteps could be heard, followed be the sounds of a animal eating their fresh kill.

The drunken man is dead.

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<Scars don't heal, they fade>

<But as for me, I'm full of them>

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