The Void

I was walking down a long, dark, never ending hallway, and the only source of light was too far to touch. I could hear people yelling from a distance. Slowly, one by one mirrors would appear on the walls on either side of me. Suddenly, the hallway seemed to end. The end seemed to look like a crystal clear glass mirror, a hallway of mirrors to be exact. Except for the one in front of me. Through the glass mirror I could see a young couple yelling at one another. The male was my father, and the female was-

"Mom?" I breathed out. I never knew my mother, she left me when I was a baby, and my father raised me on his own.

"I can't believe it! You have a family, a daughter! Do you ever think of her?" My mother shouted at the man who I look up to.

"Why do you think I work late? I'm trying to get money to raise her." My father yelled back at the woman who broke my heart at a young age.

"Work late? Ha, don't make me laugh Nick! You don't work late; you've been out with another woman! I'm not stupid Nick."

As the yelling, and arguing continued, I heard whines, and cries of fear. I turned and saw a little girl in the glass mirror to my left. The little girl has long chocolate, brown hair, and light freckles over her nose. The young girl was me at the age of four or five.

I walked over to the glass, and knelt down to young Cecilia's height. Her big brown eyes were red from the tears that fell down her tear stained face. I smiled and put my right hand to the glass, as she did the same.

"Hi" I said softly, trying not to frighten her.

She pointed her small finger to her neck. I looked down to mine, and saw my heart shaped locket necklace. It had my name written in cursive on it. My dad gave it to me when I was just a little girl. I never took it off, ever.

"That's my name." I spoke, holding my necklace in my left hand, while young Cecilia had her heart shaped locket in the palm of her left hand.

"Is that your-"

"Ow you hit me ..."

I turned to look at the fighting young couple. My mom was now holding her red cheek in her right hand, with a look on her face that was a combination of annoyed and scared. My dad however, looked full on pissed, like he would kill someone if they said or did the wrong thing to him.

"You left us, you left me." I whispered, like that was worse then the red mark on her right cheek.

The thing that happened next happened so fast I could barely grasp it. Young Cecilia screamed so loud, you could hear the air leaving her lungs, as a gun shot rang through the room, and the room turned into a dark, black void. I stood up when a single mirror came back into view. The glass mirror however was cracked and bridle. Through the glass was the bloody, lifeless body of my so called mother. My eyes widened as I stepped closer to the glass. I heard a scream and a faint cry.

"Stay away from us!" My father shouted as a threat.

I turned to my right and saw him clutching a scared, crying, young Cecilia in his arms.

"Dad what-"

"Stay away" he shouted "stay away you bloody monster, my brother is a cop"

I turn around, and there is another cracked, bridle mirror behind me. It showed my reflection, the sight of it made me sick to my stomach. I had a gun in my right hand, and in the left hand, blood.

I looked down at the gun, and my bloody hand. I killed my mother?

"Stay away!" My father screamed, "Stay away, STAY AWAY."

I drop the gun with a loud clang that echoed through the still air, of the dimly lit room. I hold my left bloody wrist in my right hand, while staring into my father's dark green eyes. Young Cecilia turning her head away from the view of the cold body laying a few feat away from her. I slowly loose sight of my surroundings, as I get lost in thought.

"What happened?... What came over me?... Was that the truth behind the mask of her disappearance?... Her leaving me?... Us?"

I started to comprehend my surroundings, when I saw a small mirror in front of me showing my tear stained face. I stare at my reflection with a blank expression, afraid to show emotion. As I turn my head to the right to face the figure sitting on the bold red chair, I let my remaining tears fall, on my pink streaked face.

"Will this pain ever go away?" I ask the blonde man, with a croak of my strained voice. He hands me a white crisp tissue.

"What's this for?" I question while taking the tissue in hand.                                                       "This is to help you wipe away the scars that have been embedded in you when your mother left you and your father." The man said with pure sincerity in his voice, as he got off his chair.

He took my shaking hand, while leading me to the door. We said our goodbyes as I left his office, with my mind on a continuous loop of the thought of why my mother left me.