Through The Mouth (Yandere Mafiatale SansX Reader) SECOND ACT

Chapter 18: Mirror Images

Time seemed to disperse away once the idea came to my head, as the original flow of time was chopped up into fragments, only expressing my ideas and whatever was in front of me.

I had planned my official time of death to the very details as if it was a grand party. Going in to the building, I would excuse myself to go to the restroom casually. My fingers would twist the lock shut, then twist it again, and two more times to make sure it was shut before I would make my way over to the sink, all I had to do was drown myself after that, in the shallowest most pathetic puddle someone could ever drown the self in, to make him know this wasn't some stupid imaginary murder by someone that wasn't me. For him to know that I killed myself because of him, that this was the blood that he had shed this time.

Their words choked me like thin dead hands with a life-or-death grasp cutting around my neck, encouraging me every small step

Just two more steps

Be sure to lock the door

Let him know this was his fault, not yours

Clog it as far as you can

Staring at the water in front of me, my heart began to race faster and faster as if it was going to tear out of my chest and fall in the puddle below.

My neck drew lower to the guillotine before the voice chimed in my head again

Please,

It cried

You don't want to do this

Is this what your family would have wanted from you? 

My reflection shone through the dusty water,

Is this what you really want?

it revealed the fool I was making myself out to be

It's not just about "him"all the time, you're still here too, aren't you?

I should be ashamed of what I sculpted myself into,

Look up, and you'll be there

Stepping away from the sink felt as sinful and betraying as crucifying a sibling, but my feet still swayed backwards, my hands clutched into the small indents of the wall. My head shot up to my mirrored reflection; it presented proudly at what I had become; only a shell of my former self, a depressive psychopathic insomniac constantly checking and checking and checking again and again just to keep myself at bay

Remember yourself, before the tides swallow you whole.

Looking back at myself in the mirror, it was as if the wind had drifted my hand to press something down onto the mirror, scraping its sharp edges down onto the rocky material. As I saw what was in my hands I began to cry remembering back to every moment of it.

It shone wearily in my hands as it had always did, pinching coldly against my skin which I couldn't help but welcome at a moment like this. I almost couldn't believe that the small military pin I held in my shaky hands had been my savior from myself.