The Letter Of My Story (One Direction)

Reflection Rebel

Chapter 3

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'Zaria Loyt!'

'Huh?' My eyes shot wide open when I heard my name being called. Yeah, I woke up and decided to give myself a weird name so I chose Zaria.

'Don't sleep on your job.' The manager, Ms Dean, crossed her arms and sized me up. 'If I catch you here in the storage room, asleep for the sixth time, you are going to have to hand in you apron!'

I nodded groggily. I did not seem to have the energy that day. My wounds hurt so much when I moved my arms and legs. Suddenly my new life was looking bleak. I wanted a miracle, but I felt I should not be feeling sorry for myself. Out there, somewhere, someone would be starving, homeless and missing the love and warmth. The thought of others suffering far worse than me pushed me to my senses.

So I worked the day and afternoon shift at Nandos and took the night shift at Dunked. 'Um...' I spoke into the microphone nervously on stage. 'So I'm going to sing a song by Christina Perri.' With a dozen of eyes staring back at me, I mustered the courage to sing The Lonely (I did a few researches on sorrowful songs) because I thought it reflected what I was feeling for the past few days.

The next weird thing that happened was the standing ovation I got from the small crowd after I ended my singing. Either I was taken by surprise or something else, my mind seemed to blackout for a moment and I felt myself stumbling down from the stage as I tried to find my balance from my dizziness.

As I got home, I stared hard at my reflection in the mirror, trying to remember or find any trace of my past. Nada. Then I noticed that my reflection was copying my movement. It was a split second slower! As if it were waiting for me to make my move and then imitate me.

'Hello?' It may sound silly to talk to the mirror, your own reflection but I was certain my reflection was slower than my reaction. I gave a cry of shock when my reflection's mouth never moved when I spoke. I reached out a hand and touched the cold glass surface but it was solid. My gaze widened as my reflection began to moved on it's own. 'Stop doing that!' I cried. 'Get out of that mirror! Go away! Stop it!'

The girl in the mirror just dance gleefully like it was glad it was not being controlled anymore. 'Zaria Loyt, what a pathetic name.' She said haughtily. 'The wanted. A nobody. You've committed so many crimes you deserve to go to jail. Or better, a death sentence!'

'I had no choice.' My voice was softer this time. I think guilt got the better of me. I mean, I had left a drowning girl to die on her own, but there was something not quite right.

'It's best you turn yourself in, you ugly talentless bum.' My reflection snorted.

'No, I can't. I won't be going to jail.' I insisted but my reflection kept throwing insults and making my guilt worse. 'Shut up!' I got so mad I threw my sneaker at the mirror. It did not break but it cracked and it only created an uglier version of the reflection, red swollen eyes and pale cracked lips on a blood smudged face. The voice was raspy and low as she thundered, threatening to kill me. I did not hesitate to smash the mirror with my fist. The girl let out a final scream before the glass broke into pieces, some thrusted into my knuckles.

'Oh god.' I flicked my gaze to my bleeding hands, full of cuts but they were not deep. Even so, I felt nauseated just looking at my exposed flesh. I sunk to the ground and cried myself to sleep.

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