Control

We Die Too

A few hours ago...

"Why are you here?" I asked the all too familiar face that stared back to me in the mirror. My hands gripped the porcelain sink, white rimmed my knuckles as I beaded in sweat from nervousness. Sweat rimmed my palms on the sink as my hands began to feel sticky.

His smile stretched wider to show his yellow tinted teeth, sensing my uneasy mindset, "I just wanna taaaalk to you Damon." Marshalls voice was raspier and louder than it was before, more angry and raw. His features appeared to a bit brighter, like the light was finally reaching his features rather than the shadows protecting him. He felt more real than when I saw him in my rear view, it was life he was a real person and that baffled me.

Gulping, I inhaled a sharp breath into my lungs, wishing my true terror wasn't able to show on the outside, then said with transparent confidence "Okay, so talk."

Marshall laughed, "Oooh you're trying to be the bigger man here, how adorable of you." He paced in the bathroom mirror, giggling like a schoolgirl. "Did you not know that we can hear your every thought?" He looked at me like I was the stupidest person alone, then without giving me a chance to breathe a response he said, "Of course not. How could you? You think you know us so well, but really you do not know us one bit. You've never taken the time to know us, you just try to forget we exist and it pisses us off. Do you even know our stories of how we became a part of you?" He spoke like the Mad Hatter: sinister and bat-shit-crazy. His cold stare met mine, the wrinkles around his eyes became more evident as his already sick grin grew even sicker; he awaited a response.

"Well.. w-what's your story then," I gulped as I realized my attempt to talk with confidence didn't work. I wanted to be brave, truly and genuinely.. but when a real life murderer is standing right in front of your eyes- you'll understand what I mean.

He giggled, not like a schoolgirl, but more of a demented type of joker as he swiftly stepped through the mirror. This was just what Nora had done before- except she disappeared before I had the opportunity to react to what was happening. Marshall though- he didn't vanish. His face hovered right above mine. I could feel his heavy breath brush past my cheek. "Ahh that's better. Now, let's talk for real shall we?"

Marshall strode with heavy, booming footsteps over to the bathtub to sit on the edge. He crossed one leg over the other and wrapped his fingers over the edge, looking into my eyes with his overwhelming gaze. "Where do you want me to start?" Marshall asked, and this time there was no wicked grin or joker-like laugh to follow. He put away his mask and was going to show me a real part of him. This didn't ignore the fact that he was pure crazy but I appreciated his efforts.

I leaned backward against the sink and twisted my palms around to hold the majority of my weight as I rested myself against the cool surface. His being put to ease made me start to follow and I began to breathe more freely and deeply. Then copying his actions, I crossed one leg over the other and said,
"Begin anywhere. All I want to know is why you're here, ya know, in the real world."