Mirror, Mirror on the Wall...

The Mirror

It was hurting me. Torturing me. Teasing me. Killing me. The mirror hung on the far side of my bedroom wall. It stood there, sneering at me. I glare at it. I sat curled up on the bed. Trying to mute out its presence. It's overwhelming. 

The mirror has a will of it's own. It speaks, in the darkest of nights. Whispers in the gloomy rainy days. It's too much for me. Nobody believes me. 

"Of course nobody believe's you, who would believe such a foolish story, from such a broken girl." My subconscious deride's me. Even my own mind is sick of me. Although I know its true.

I know it.

I know it. 

I KNOW IT. 

Nobody believes me. 

I know one person who witnessed it. The only person I cared about. The mirror took that person. I tried breaking the mirror. Many times. Waking up, grabbing a hammer, and trying to destroy it. every time, I hesitate. 

"What if she's still alive in that mirror? Trapped in a desolate world of the worst horrors known to man. Man's own subconscious."  My hopeful thought's peck at me. My head is broken. It's split in a war. To destroy the mirror, or to not. To continue life, or to not. 

To hope, or to lose all hope. 

My parents want to send me away. To be poked and prodded by needles. To be so medicated I actually find the real world calm. Maybe it would be best. Maybe it would be the worst. Maybe it wouldn't help at all. "As if anything could help me now." My subconscious continues to mock me. 

I stand up and face the mirror. My legs shaking, my breath ragged, my vision too clear. It's right there. The finely crafted black rim with a complicated design that hugs the clear smooth glass, and look's all too perfect. Way too perfect, for such a cursed object. For such a horrible creature. In the middle of the glass, I see myself. I know it's not me, or maybe it is. I have be too caught up with the mirror's existence to even care about such shallow things.

 I look so caged in the glass. My straight black hair, too unnatural, my pale white face with no hint of life, and my dark clothes. I look like the monster. Maybe I am. Maybe this entire time. I was controlling the mirror. Maybe I captured my friend so that she would not run away. 

Who knows? the mind does odd things, when the being is not in control. 

I take a deep breath. I take other. In and Out. In and Out.

I don't know how many minutes i've wasted just breathing. I can't seem to calm down, and all because of that mirror. 

I lose it. I don't know how this happened, but I suddenly snapped. As if the world was all hazy and fogging until I started screaming. For all the fog to clear. For all the hazy to leave. And for the mirror to destroy itself, to leave, to scram, to get lost, TO STOP TORTURING ME.

I cling to my heart, as if, if I scream too hard my broken, bleeding heart would be exposed. I am truly out of breath now. My muscles tired. My head in absolute chaos. People rushing in to calm me down. A wave of total and complete exhaustion comes over me. I fall to my knees, people now in my peripheral vision, covering the once clear view of the mirror. 

Nobody believes me. 

Nobody ever will.

I have to save her. 

I will save her. 

And destroy that mirror. 

Even if it destroy's me.