Forever

Trapped

I don't know how many years it's been. All I know is that it's been way too long. I feel myself slowly going crazy. I can't handle this anymore. Everyday I look at the world beyond the mirror. Wishing that I had my life back. I'm still a boy. I'm not sure why, but I don't look like Moira.

I sit with my back up against the mirror and my head in my hands. How could she do this to me? I was so blindly in love I didn't even notice the hints that she was going to betray me.

My thoughts consumed me day after day. And day after day I talk to myself. I talk to myself cause it's too quiet. The silence is more than I can bear. After so much time in the mirror, I start unlocking some of its secrets. I realize that I can appear as young or as old as I like. That's why I've lost track of time. I don't even know how old I look anymore.

Is this how she had felt? Is this what Moira had to go through? I almost didn't blame her for switching places with me. But then my sympathy melted away and I once again got that look of resentment in my eyes. She shouldn't have done this to me. Even if it was this terrible.

Suddenly I hear a noise. I stand up from my position against the mirror. Was I imagining it? I'd been doing a lot of stuff like that lately. But no... There it was again. There were voices downstairs. Someone was in the house.

I stared out into my old room and through the slightly opened door, wishing I could see more. And then the stairs stared creaking. Just like they had the first time I climbed them. I quickly moved out of view of the anyone who might be standing in the room.

The door slowly swings open. I want so badly to look at who it is. But I know I can't. I can't afford to scare anyone away.

The thought of seeing another human being makes my heart beat faster than it ever has before. But then a thought occurs to me. What if it's Moira? My heart just as fast as it filled with hope, fills with dread and fear.

But what if it's not? I risk looking around the corner of the mirror, hoping the other person won't see me.

It's not Moira. It's a little girl about 12 years old. I change myself to look that old, and then step into her line of view.

I watch her as she does the same thing I did when I saw Moira. She turns around to see if I'm standing behind her. When she realizes I'm not, she turns in circles trying to see where I'm standing. She realizes I'm not there and surprisingly doesn't scream. Instead she walks up to the mirror and looks at me straight in the eyes.

"You're stuck in a mirror too?" She asks me with genuine curiosity in her eyes.

Hi guys! Would you please leave a comment and honestly tell me what you think so far? I want to know if I should keep going or not. Thanks!