The Demons In The Mirror (Ashton Irwin 5SOS)

A Typical Day

"Your Ugly"

"Your Hated"

"How can you think people like you?"

I looked in my mirror as those thoughts went running through my head. I hated myself because of what other people said about me. Those voices were in my head all the time but they only appeared when I looked in the mirror, they were like demons. I had no confidence in myself at all. I hated me. I hated everything about me.

Boys would play with my feelings, girls would say things to make me hate myself and feel useless to the point tears would spill across my eye lids. They would sit across from me all the time talking about me while I sat there, alone. My only friends were back at my old school. I told them what was going on but I never told my parents. I felt ashamed for being treated like this. I felt isloated because of it.

I turned and walked away from the mirror, picking up my school bag along the way, my long sleeved jumper hanging off one of my shoulders, covering up my arms where the scars are hidden from the rest of the world. The rest of the world didn't need to see my pain leakers. Each little scar releasing a small pain from within me but each time it just wouldn't be enough. If they knew what they put me through, would they stop?

I really don't think so. I took the slow walk to school, just wishing it was a complete mistake, turning into the twisted place that housed my pain. I just wanted to hide away from this place but I knew I couldn't. I knew I couldn't hide even if I tried. Turning into the hall ways everyone in my year, in my classes, turned and looked at me. I turned and looked at the floor until I reached my locker.

Once the door swung open a note fluttered down. it was yet another hate note from the most popular girl in the school. To me, popularity means nothing to me but to them it meant everything. They had to have the best clothes, the latest fashion, the right hair style, the right guy. Then there was me who preferred nothing like that. I shut my locker with a bang and headed to lesson. The note was still on the floor as I bent down to pick it up. I didn't want to look at what it said but in a way I knew I had to.

I slowly pulled the neatly folded paper till it became fully open. Inside was the wicked ink that styled itself into words. The words acting like a dagger in my head, knocking my confidence out of me like a heavy weight boxer. Inside that paper, it simply said,

"You don't belong here"

I screwed the paper into my bag and proceeded with my day.

By lunch time I was alone, sat in my usual spot away from everyone. Sitting alone you have the time to think things over. I enjoy time alone but when you feel alone all the time then there is a big difference, you have too much time to think things over and not enough time to be with friends. Myself, I don't have friends here, my friends live too far away.

Lunch always seemed to drag on for me, but my the last few sessions that’s when it really went into a snail’s pace. The clock slowly ticked by the seconds but always seemed to be frozen in the same place every time. This was a regular occurrence, for me it was every day.

However, one day a new guy turned up and everything changed ...