The other side of the Mirror (boyxboy)

Chapter 5.

"Hey" A distand voice made my skin shiver unexpectedly. Not that I payed attention, but .. I did hear it. It wasn't scolding, rather .. quite new and different. A bit cold, though ..

"Hey!" And there it is again. As I reached out my hand towards a big piece of glass, seperated whole, compared to the rest of the first layer of the mirror, which just crumbled, I heard the voice yet again. Was it .. God?

With teary eyes and pinkish cheeks, I lifted my head and let my gaze lock onto the black ceiling, which was now not as creepy as I found it to be earlier. It looked .. pretty. Like the dark, night sky ... endless and magestic.

Dear God, are you calling me .. ?

"HEY!" Yes, there it is again. I didn't expect God to sound so impolite, but .. He's God, for His sake, he can do whatever he wants.

"Down here, in the mirror." the voice grunted, sounding annoyed. The .. mirror? I turned my head, looking at it. 

Jumping in fear, albeit still sitting on my backside, I gulped in shock. Actually, why was I still getting surprised? After all I've seen, why was I getting scared?

But .. but that was something new. Something different.

That was a man, stuck in a mirror.

"Y-You.." I stuttered, watching him curiously. He was .. tall. Quite tall, maybe about 1,77cm. He looked around sixteen, or so I thought. With bright, almost-illuminated turquoise eyes and pale lips. It looked short and with messy bangs, curled on the ends. At the center of his head, there was a tiny lock of hair, proudly standing up, similar to the one I had. But that wasn't all ..

His hair was with the most extraordinary colour - white. Yes, white, in the most clear and vivid shade of it. Almost snowy ..

The face of the stranger was free of all kinds of imperfections, milky-white and gentle. For a second there, I thought that was a girl with short hair, b-but the lack of breasts pointed me in the other direction.

His body was thin, almost anorexicic. Tall, yet slim .. He wore a black tank top, which looked a bit baggy on him, considering the fallen straps that touched his bony shoulders slightly. He combined his look with skinny, but not in the compulsive way, dark-blue jeans and green sneakers, which suited his eyes. As an accessory, the boy wore a sleeveless sweatshirt, as well as green headphones. His phone was probably in his pocket, since I didn't see it in his hands.

"Trust me, you do not want to butt in something you can't understand. What you see now .. forget it." The male spoke with a serious expression. He .. wasn't kidding. I stood there, blinking like a retard, with soundlessly-open lips and shock, written all over my face. 

"How .. can I forget? I-I killed a man.." I admitted, almost ready to burst into tears. That's right. I did murder a person .. left him to die. There's no way I could just discard that from my mind.

I killed. Never will I forget the sight of it .. the look on my own reflection, screaming for help, as I stood there and watched. I wonder what does it feel like .. to be left behind like this?

"Don't be ridiculous. The way I see you, you can't kill a fly." he crossed his arms, hissing at me. I couldn't react, so I didn't feel that offended. Besides .. he's right. I suppose I really can't kill. I can't hurt, too. I .. can't do anything.

"What took him away," the boy interrupted my self-blaming, "was a volat. And if he was killed, you wouldn't exist now.". He watched me with his bright, turquoise eyes through the mirror, pressing his hands not only against the mirror's frame, but also against some sort of a .. invisible barrier between us. It reminded me of those street mimics, which pretended to be in a box and kept touching the imaginery walls behind them, as if they were really trapped. That somehow made me smile, but as my lips curled into a chuckle, I quickly realised my position.

"B-But .. it's a matter of time before they kill him, and when they do, I-I'll also cease to-..

"Silence." he hissed once more, making my words trail off. I was actually glad he interrupted me .. I didn't really want to say that last word, though I knew it was inevitable. My death .. or something equally-bad to take its place.

Seems like in such situations, this is the only outcome you can expect, and as unnecesserily-pessimistic as I sounded, I knew that this time, I was right. 

I couldn't hear anything. The stranger made me stay quiet and listen, yet I couldn't hear anything. Why? Because of my intense, drum-like pulse in my ears? Because of my heavy breathing? Because of my visible trembling?

If you were in my situation, how would you react?

" .. what's your name?" he asked suddenly, making my heart skip a beat. I looked at him in shock, which was reflected on his face, as well. A few minutes ago he was just fine, but .. now he had gotten himself so scared, that his own expression was freaking me out. It looked like the one of a wet mouse .. or a cat. Or  .. a-anything wet, in fact.

"M..Me? Devin, D-Devin Winter." yeah, I know, weird name. Don't look at me like that, I can't explain it. I think my mom was giving birth near a bottle of water, because the foreign trademark, Devin, matches my name.

I gulped in confusion, watching closely, yet cautiously his dilating pupils. He was scared .. and he looked helpless. Why? Why was he so hopeless, what was he scared of?

Did I want to know the answer .. ?

"Devin." he repeated slowly, looking at me with his big, bright-green eyes. He was staring at me with harshness, but I could see the sweat, oozing from his temples. His gentle, womanly face features had suddenly become sharp, confirming the fact that he was, indeed, a very beautiful boy. Perhaps he didn't have such a girly look after all .. It seemed like he reacted to the sounds he was hearing, and I was curious what were they on the other side of the mirror. D-Did I dare to know, though, especially when they seemed to scare him shitless? 

What would my expression be if i could hear them .. ?

I .. I felt bad for him. Seeing the stranger so desperate was breaking my heart, yet I was so scared. I was afraid of him, afraid of the sounds he was hearing .. afraid of ending up the same way my reflection did.

"M-Me?" I nodded, as if to comfirm that the name was mine. Of course, no one else had such a bizzare name, so confirmation was unneeded, but the silence between us made my chest feel so tight, that it forced me to break it with my voice, just to stop that imaginary black hole's gravitation from crushing my heart. I felt like my ribs would snap from the pressure ..

I was that scared.

"Devin, get me out." N-No. He .. didn't ask me that. No. He can't ask me that.

It's impossible for him to ask me this, no. I won't touch him, I won't look at him, I WON'T feel his skin next to mine. What if it's an aline? What if it turns into that weird, flying creature with the hard-to-remember name, and doesn't take me away, just like it did with my reflection? I can't take such a risk, n-no ..

But he was watching me. God, he was watching me with such solicitation, wincing from the other side of the mirror, looking at me anxiously, not blinking at all. He just didn't break his eye contact with me, while I was doing my best to ignore him.

"Devin, please. Get me out." he spoke so calmly, yet his tone was getting louder with each word. He .. really wanted that from me. He wanted me to save him, to pull him out. I didn't even know how, I .. didn't even know how was it possible to lead a conversation with him now.

D-Dear God .. please, let this be just a dream.