I woke up from a weird dream. Something was wrong with the antique mirror I had found in the attic. There were strange noises coming from inside. There were strange shadows moving all around the room. There I was, staring right into it. I saw a girl, but it wasn't me. She had long black hair, dark red makeup, and her skin was pale. She was gorgeous. It didn't bother me looking at someone else through a mirror, something wasn't right though. She told me her name and I feel like I've heard it before, I just can't remember. She told me that her name was Sarah.
Today is just another torturous day of school. I feel like that's all I do. I don't have much time to myself. Homework takes up most of my time. Every moment I have to myself, I like to spend in the attic. I know it's probably dark and gloomy of me, but there is just so much stuff up there. I lose track of time a lot when I'm alone in the attic. I spend hours up there and I don't even realize it. I'm not sure why I love to spend so much of my time in a creepy place. I guess that says how much of a loner I am.
I have no friends and I probably never will. I don't trust people. Everyone is a backstabber, a liar, a traitor, and no one could ever want to spend a single moment with me. I'm too dark, too different. It's like I'm not even part of this world. Who I am doesn't bother me, but it seems to bother everyone else. I get notes on my locker saying things about me not belonging, I don't care. The notes are true. I know I don't belong, I never have. Sometimes I wish there was another world for people like me. I could actually belong somewhere.
School was terrible today. It was just like it always is, but worse. The kids said, "Hi, Miss I Hate Everyone." Or, "How many blades do you have, emo?" I dealt with this all day long. I hate how people can just make judgements without even knowing you. One opinion can create such a big reaction. My mom was worried when I came in and slammed the door.
"Are you okay sweetie?"
"I'm perfectly fine mom."
I am sick of people. I open the attic door hatch and pull down the steps. I'm not sure if it's just my imagination, but I can hear voices. Quiet whispers saying my name. I follow the voices, but they stop once I reach the mirror. I stand, hesitating to pull off the dusty black curtain. I pull it off and I see a reflection of me. The reflection becomes blurry and I see the girl, the one from my dream. She just stares at me and I can feel my hands shaking.
"Hello Amara, I'm Sarah."
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Through The Mirror
KorkuAmara, a 16 year old girl that never belonged anywhere. Everyone calls her a loner. She doesn't care about what people think of her, she is who she is. The only friend she's ever had was Sarah back when she was seven. Sarah was a spiritual friend, o...
