Reflection

Stalkers

 Cold dead eyes staring blankly at me. Drips of water sliding down strands of hair. Nothing about this cruel image was alive. This lifeless figure coldly glaring me was a my own reflection. But these dull and piercing eyes are what I've grown accustomed to. They show no love, no care, no remorse, but this is all necessary. Bearing such things will rip you to shreds at the sight of death. Such a sight is far too apparent in my life. But I've grown used to it. I've had to.

"Lukkiiiiiii, get your ass over here! We're gonna be late!" Ugh, there's my sister, howling at me again. In a bit more of a rush, I reach over to grab the towel and dry my face. The door creaks as I open it, yet another thing I'm used to, and I promptly walk down the stairs. Luka, my older sister by 4 years, stands there, a hand on her hip and the other being help up as she stares at her make-believe watch. "Do you know how long you took to get ready?"

"No, but please do grace me with the knowledge of how long it took. It's definitely worth time and effort, and totally won't be tuning it out." Each word is drawn out exaggeratedly.

She checks her phone with her make-believe watch bearing hand and looks at me with a horrified face.

"OH SHIT COME ON WE GOTTA GO!!!" She exclaims suddenly, causing me to actually wonder how long I really did take. I couldn't have been that long. Right? Turns out I must've took an eternity, because we're already 15 minutes late to a supposingly extremely important meeting with a friend.

As the buildings and people move out like a blur passed the passenger window, I drift off into my own thought, a common occurance for me. I prefer to stay silent as I watch everything pass by, leaving as soon as they came. I wonder who these people are, what they're lives are like. However, all they are to me are just blurred out face. Almost as if they're just extras in a show, having no real purpose, just there to fill up the world, and make it less empty. And in what seems like eternity within a brief moment, we've already reached our destination. The Hatsune's house.

There's nothing but silence, and judging by the way he's acting, it's quite awkward for him. The boy sitting across from me was none other than Hatsune Mikuo, the younger brother to Hatsune Miku, Luka's best friend. Next to me is Luka, and the teal haired twin tailed girl who's carrying drinks to us is Miku.

"Thanks for coming, it really means a lot" Miku's aqua eyes sparkled with appreciation as she sets down the drinks on the coffee table, giving us her thanks. Luka just smiled warmly as she began to speak.

"It's no problem Miku, you know I'd do anything for you!" Miku was a good friend of our's. She was always there for us, no matter the trouble. I'm not nearly as close to her as Luka is, but I still see her as a close friend. Mikuo, on the other hand, I never really got to know very well, we're friends, but not close at all. We'll occasionally talk at school, I am technically in the group of friends, but I rarely talk. I think the major reason why I'm closer to Miku is the fact that Miku doesn't drag Mikuo everywhere besides work and school like Luka does to me. And Luka loves to hang out with Miku. Unlike me, Mikuo has friends, and lotsa them.

"Luki, would you like some water?" Miku's high pitched voice disrupts my thoughts. I take a second to process the question, and then answer.

"That would be nice." Is my sole reply. No need for anything longer. She nods her head, and pours me a glass of water. I'm relieved to see she gives me exactly three cubes of ice. She knows me well enough to know I can only drink anything with exactly three ice cubes in it. It just makes me so frustrated to see any less, or anymore, for some reason. Three ice cubes is just so perfect. I can barely stand restaurants' drinks, with their goddamn half a cup full of fucking ice. Fuck you restaurants and your ice, fuck you.

"Luki? Are you thinking about the ice again?" Luka breaks me out of my trance and without hesitation I reply.

"Damn straight I am." Luka gives me an unsurprised look then smirks.

"Don't you mean 'Damn gay I am'?" Here comes the usual daily dose of gay jokes, brought to you by Luka herself. She isn't afraid to hide the fact that this duo of siblings is gay as hell, though I'm not either.

"Haha very funny Luka." My voice gives off a dry, monochromatic tone with just a hint of sarcasm, well, more like laced. But that's the way I like it.

"Here you go." Miku sets down my three iced glass of water on the coffee table.

"It's perfect." I say, loving the perfect amount.

"I know it is. It's made by me." Have I mentioned Hatsune's can be a bit narcissistic? No, that's too strong of a word. More like, have high self-confidence.

I sip some of my water, letting the cool, refreshing taste of water flow down my throat. God I was thirsty. I haven't drank anything since yesterday. Which is strange considering I usually always drink something for breakfast, I don't like any changes in my schedule or how I do things. It's annoying.

"Can we start the talk now? I'm really anxious...." Mikuo finally chimed in with a nervous voice.

"Sure, let's get started." Luka agrees while Miku sits down upon hearing that.

"I don't know how to say this but....umm...I think that....uhh...I might....have a stalker....." Mikuo stutters out each word, obvious shaken by this whole thing. A stalker, huh. So that makes two of us. Though I wouldn't call mine a problem, she never bothers me with it or is a threat. However, his obviously is a problem, seeing he called us over here just for this. "And I know it sounds weird and far fetched, but it's true! I've been noticing this figure following me around a lot lately, but I can't make out details on them."

Mikuo's voice has changed to be more hasty, and I can see he's scared. His focus falls to the floor before losing interest in that and begin staring at his fumbling hands.

"Have you tried the police?" After a little thinking and a bit of shock, Luka calmly asks Mikuo.

"We don't have enough evidence for them, so they couldn't do much. We'll have to call if we end up figuring out anything useful or getting any evidence." Miku responds to Luka's question, sounding a bit annoyed at the lack of police involvement. She lets out a small sigh, and looks back at Luka's questioning face. I know she believes them, but it doesn't show it on he face, one thing about us is we tend to be impossible to read at times. Seeing Mikuo suddenly look down again makes me realize I don't look like I believe them either, since my face hasn't changed expression at all.

"What can we do to help?" I finally step in, one, to assure them I believe them, and two, to just get straight to the point. It's not that I don't care, it's that I don't like talking more than needed. I don't mind doing small comebacks to Luka's jokes, but when it comes to real conversation, I usually hate it. Rarely will I want to talk in a conversation.

When I say that Mikuo looks up with eyes full of relief. Green mixed with blue to create an aqua color in bright, shining eyes.

"Well....since you go to the same school with Mikuo..." Mikuo begins, taking a small break, almost if waiting for approval, before continuing on. "If you could hangout with Mikuo during schools and walk him home that'd be really helpful." She looks at me with hopeful eyes, similar to those of Mikuo's. I nod to give her my approval.

"Sure, why not. Doesn't sound too hard." Both Miku and mikuo give me a huge sigh of relief.

Mikuo and Miku both thank me, and Miku even gives me a hug. I say it's no problem and after things settled down I drift into thoughts, blocking out the conversation around me. The world starts to slowly fade away into a void of nothingness and all that's left to dwell in it is my thoughts.