Reflection

A boy looks into a mirror. What he sees is nothing new. What he sees is scary. When he looks into any mirror he sees nothing. What's even scarier than this is that nobody can see him. He can walk down hallways and scream, shout, dance, or anything to make a lot of noise but nobody ever hears or sees him. Mainly because no noise comes from him. They may hear a whisper and when they do they jump and laugh at themselves but they never know what's going on. He sees all these new students walking year after year. But he never leaves to the place everyone thought he went to. He was left behind. After that horrible accident he senses a different kind of people and can see them often and they look like they are silently screaming. There's not many people here. Only three of four that he knows of. None of them can talk or be seen and they all look dead. Maybe because they are. They are the remains after the body decays into dust. They are pure evil or good. They are spirits. Some people call them ghost. And whenever the "ghost" look into the mirror, they always see the same thing. They know what would be there. A lonely face with sullen eyes. But all they see is a empty mirror, without a face. Without a face.