Behind Her Nerdy Eyeglasses [REVISING]

Chapter 3.

Mirrors

Zandra's Point of View.

Why do most people look at a mirror? Simply because they want to see theirselves or to check some things about their lives. About them being pretty, ugly and many more adjectives, I am just too lazy to narrate everything lalo na't naiinis ako kung nasaan ako ngayon.

Well, to make myself clearer. I am now here in my so called 'nightmare' well, not literally that my dream is really so bad that could bring death upon me, but for me? This dream is worst than a nightmare, because all I will do here is to stare at my reflection from the mirrors around me. 

This nightmare-like place pisses the shit out of me each time.

These mirrors shows my bare face, the natural color of my eyes and hair. Without my big eyeglasses, without any disguise. The only thing that keeps me sane whenever I'm here is when I try to come near to one of theses mirrors, it will finally recognize and reflect me. Me with my black wig, black contact lenses and most importantly my glasses. 

Whenever I'm standing on the center of all these mirrors, eight cold and intimidating eyes will stare at me for no apparent reason. 

Hindi man lang sila marunong kumurap para maalis pansamantala ang pagkakatitig nila sa akin. Sa paraan ng kanilang pagtitig sa akin ay parang lahat sila ay lalamunin ako ng buo o hindi naman kaya ay parang binabasa nila ang bawat himaymay ng aking kaluluwa. 

Do I really stare to people like that? I don't even bother myself to stare at someone else's eyes unless I want to, tsk.

Self, wake up?!

"Argh! Why can't you just leave me alone?! DAMN IT!" Naf-frustrate kong sabi at dahil doon naramdaman kong nagising na rin ako sa wakas.

Finally, reality hits me!

"Argh!" Huh, gising na nga talaga ako dahil nakaramdam ako ng bahagyang pagkahilo dahil sa pagbungad ng nakakasilaw na liwanag mula sa ceiling na kinaroroonan ko nang magmulat ako.

Same old place.

"Finally, you're awake," napahinto ako sandali sa pagbangon at napabaling ang tingin sa taong naglihis sa mga kurtinang nakapaligid sa kamang kinahihigaan ko bilang pangharang at para magkaroon ng privacy ang sinumang nakahiga dito.

"Tsk," I did not bother to look who it was and just stood up from the bed.

How many times did this scene happen again? I don't can't even count it anymore. Just like my dream, it became part of my everyday life, so boring.