Really crappy version of the one shot @firefoxixy made. Thanks for the idea girly. Love you. Btw girly, if you think that i copied you, i can take this down. :D Let meh know!
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TW: SAD AND DEPRESSING CONTENT.
Vikk's POV
I stare into the mirror, looking at all my imperfections.
No matter how many times i tried, i couldn't find one thing good about myself.
I'm always too short or small, hair too perfect or too messy, or even clothes too big or too small.
I hated the dreadful look that came from Lachlan every time he saw me like this.
He'd scoop me up and put me to bed.
There has been a few times in the past that i have gotten so mad that i punched the mirror and broke it, shattering it into a million pieces.
Lachlan isn't at home right now, he's out shopping for some food and a few other things.
He told me to sleep because i looked tired.
I didn't agree so here i am, staring at the horrid picture in the mirror of an imperfect boy.
"Gross." I mutter, playing with the bottom of my shirt.
"Stupid" I whisper, tears threatening to fall.
"Not worth it" I say, voice way lower than a whisper.
Tears falling steadily down my red cheek as i stare at the view.
This is the longest I've ever been left alone around one of these things.
No matter what, no matter where, Lachlan would make sure that he'd cover them up and make sure that i couldn't take the cover off.
He tied this one a little loose so i could easily slip the corner over the top of the mirror, making the cover fall to the ground.
I daze off into my own world as i keep looking into the mirror while blocking out everything around me.
I suddenly hear the door to our room open and i jerk my head towards the noise.
"Lachlan?" I mumble, voice cracking. "Ah, Vikky." He sighs, walking over to me.
I grasp onto his shirt, crying on his shoulder.
He holds onto me tightly,picking me up. I let my arms drop from his neck to on his chest as he carries me down stairs.
That's the only place that doesn't have any mirrors.
"I though i told you no." He says, placing me gently on his lap.
"I couldn't help it Lach. It's just...I don't know." I look down.
"Vikk, love. It's alright. But you shouldn't be thinking this way. You are many people's definition of perfect." He smiles.
He presses a kiss on the corner of my mouth, making me smile.
"Cuite!" He laughs, putting his hands on my sides. "Lachy." I giggle.
"You are too cute. My god Vikk, calm it." He smiles, putting pressure on my hip bones.
"Lachyyy" I whine, squirming in his lap. "What?" He smirks.
"Staph!" I laugh, covering up my smile by biting my lip.
Lachlan reaches up and pulls down on my chin, forcing my lip to move from between my teeth.
"Don't hide that beautiful smile of yours love." He says, putting his hands back.
"Alright." I smile, looking down at him.
"No more mirrors?" He asks. "No more mirrors." I repeat.
"That a boy." He says, smile showing brightly.
