Mirrors deceive people, I stare at the reflection of an unfamiliar boy with my eyes and hair. He looked like me but he wasn't me. I could see all the emotion and feeling drained from his face. His almond shape hazel eyes were dull, cold and empty. He looked as if he had seen and fought against demons, tired. The boy never spoke to me just mumbled beneath his breath as I spoke but his words inaudible. I felt as if I fought my reflection many times, trapped behind the thick glass of the bathroom mirror. I can see him banging on the glass repeatedly until his hands bleed but the glass still doesn't shatter.
I watch as he falls apart, dropping to his knees and it looks like he's giving up. There are no words between us just silence and darkness.
I awake, feeling a weight on my stomach and groaned as I sat up. Anastasia was cuddled against me, her head on my stomach and her arm draped across my waist. I smiled down at her, placing my hand on the top of her head and played in her hair. I could hear her snore lightly, it was a calm and serene type of snore though. The images of the night before were fresh in my mind, I haven't had the time to forget it and lock it away. I couldn't help but recall the event when I looked at the scars and bruises she hides. Anastasia groaned, stretching as she awoke and yawned. She looked up at me, the bruises much lighter and less visible than before as she smiled. I caressed her cheek, her hand on top of mine as she moved closer to me and rested her leg over mine. "How did you sleep?" I asked. She shrugged, laying her head back down on my chest and sighed, "My head hurts really bad". "Let me get you some advil or something" I replied, trying to sit up.
Anastasia shook her head, climbing on top of me and pushing me back down. She in fetal potion with her ear against my chest, "Just lay with me please".
I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close to my chest as if someone would take her away. Anastasia nuzzled into me, closing her eyes and drifted back to sleep. I sighed, closing my eyes and in the darkness I could see that same boy again. He was pounding on the glass again, I could see his mouth moving like he was speaking or screaming. A cracked appear in the glass, his hands were bleeding through the white bandages and he dropped to his knees.
The reflection was distorted through the cracked mirror, I could faintly hear his small weak cries and pleads.
The boy was pitiful, his eyes red and puffy from crying. I reached out, my finger tips touching the glass and the large shards collapsed with a clattering crash. We both stood there shocked, confused and unsure of what to do next. He started to step over the frame but suddenly he hit the glass again. Returning out of nowhere, the boy began to bang on the glass again with the same trapped and pleading eyes. I started to bang on the glass along with him until both of our hands were sore and bloody.
Mirrors deceive people.
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Dreamland Dimensions
RandomQuinton J. Watson use to be a dreamer before his grandmother passed away and he was left in the custody of his estranged mother. He's always had an infatuation with the night sky, using it to escape the nightmare he felt his life was becoming. As he...
