The Unholy

1. A Mirror

Madelaine Petsch-Fuck it up sis.

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A mirror.

Simple as that. What is a mirror? 

There were a lot of theories on mirrors. Some say they are the doorway to a different dimension.

Some say they contain evil and lead the looker to hold to much pride. 

My question though, is a mirror a reflection of who you are? Or is a mirror a reflection of who you want to be? 

I ponder this theory, while I stand in my neat room, looking at myself in my full length mirror. I hoped with everything in my soul that the person staring back at you from the mirror was a person who was willing to change. 

I loved everything about the dress I was wearing, the white floral print mixed with the blue gave it a summery feel that I loved. My fiery red hair that sat atop my head in a professional updo that took me hours to perfect, even the crisp makeup I wear on my face. I loved it all, but for some reason it just didn't feel..

Right.

Everything just felt so fake.

I took one last look before suppressing my feelings, and walking out of the double doors that lead to my bedroom. That was the only thought I had as I walked down the rounded grand staircase, where it lead to the corridor, all the trinkets, all the expensive pointless vases sitting atop solid oak shelves. 

It was all fake.

I spotted my mothers interior design crew, squabbling about what should be placed where and if an oak brown would look good with a periwinkle and trying to find my mother for her final opinion on the colors. 

She found this kind of thing exciting, redecorating, where as I looked at as replacing old meaningless things for new meaningless things.

Don't feel bad, oh no, I certainly don't because from the last time that I checked if you take a whiff of my mothers breath you'll find she's had herself a little nip of gin and a very satisfied soft spot for the pool boy. Who not to mention looked like a long haired Brad Pitt on steroids.

Not to worry though, my little darlings, just another day in the life of the rich and envied. It really has no effect on me anymore, although I wish it did. It's amazing how easily you can be desensitized, when you have so many material objects shoved in your face by your parents instead of love.

 When I first found out about my parents infidelity to one another I was devastated, and even if it is a little messed up, I just accepted it now. Nothing was going to change and we had to keep up appearances as one of the founding families that settled here in Willoh creek, located just a half an hour from the bustling city of Atlanta Georgia.

It would be a mighty shame if my family were to ever air their dirty little secrets to the public. I personally think it's hilarious, watching my arrogant father, and my materialistic mother try to keep up with all the lies that they have spun over the years. Almost like a game.