The room was snow white. Empty as can be, except for the Mirror that hung magically in front of me. "Who are you?" I asked my reflection in the mirror. The reflection smirked;it's bloodshot eyes sadistic. It looked like me but something was off. Suddenly, the white room went black, it's walls turing into a screen of painful memories. Memories that I prayed to forget. A moment of rage enveloped me. "Why do you do this to me!!"
The reflection laughed loudly, it's mouth a hole of sharp pointed teeth."My dear, I do this because it is fun!" She said, clapping her hands together," There is no one else in the world that I hate that I'd rather do this to than you."
I scratched at my arm anxiously. I wanted her to go away. No. I needed her to go away. I bit my lip hard as my heart began to race. " I demand that you leave this place at once!" I hissed as tears dripped from my face.
She frowned and crossed her arms. "So weak and worthless," The tone of her voice shattered me instantly," All you do is try and try and try but where does that get you? Hmm? Oh, I know! Fucking nowhere! Why keep holding on to him when all you do is fuck up."
I began to hyperventilate, my heart beating faster than it should have. It was on the verge of exploding. This fueled her more. " You don't deserve him! Someone as fuck up as you deserves no one. He is gone. You lost him and it's all because you are too Fucked up for love!!"
My heart stopped beating as the black memory walls around me shattered, revealing the original walls behind them. I searched at my aching heart. The reflection had hit a soft part in my already damaged soul, breaking it more. " You already know that no one likes you. Just give up already..."
Suddenly, my reflection in the mirror disappeared and it was only then that I learned the monster's name. Her name was shadow.

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Happy Place
Short StoryEach day, a war is fought inside my head. A war between hate, love, depression , and the unknown of who I truly am. Many people say go to your happy place to end your struggle but what's the point of going to my happy place if it's torture?