✛
❝ and then i felt chills in my bones
the breath i saw was not my own
i knew my skin, that wrapped my frame
wasn't made to play this game
and then i saw hi...
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"for pride is spiritual cancer: it eats up possibility of love, or contentment, or even common sense" - mere christianity ; c.s. lewis
Heidi threw the pills back onto the bed, where they bounced off the headboard and fell off, rolling under the bed frame. She ran her hands through her head and gripped the dark strands. They were driving her to madness.
"Calm down, Heidi," she spoke to herself. "You got to keep yourself together."
She stumbled over to her desk, quickly pulling out the chair and sitting down. Her legs were shaking and tears began to drip down her face.
Wiping them away, she grabbed a hand mirror that she had left there. Her appearance was less than satisfactory. Her eyes were rimmed with shadows and looked dull and lifeless. Her hair fell limply in strands as she pushed it behind her ear. Her face was blotchy and tear-stained. She looked a mess.
Suddenly, her face began to distort in the reflection. It looked as if she was walking through one of those fun houses at a fair. Her breathing became heavy, and she tossed the mirror violently back onto the desk.
Standing up and backing away from it, she watched at the small mirror began to shake and convulse. Then, it stopped. As if it hadn't been moving at all. As if she had imagined it.
Suddenly, the mirror flew up into the air, making Heidi let out a short scream. It landed on the ground, and it started to leak a violet-coloured smoke. It was like a horror film come to life.
The smoke settled in one place, rising up, then materializing. It was a man. He wasn't very tall, in fact, he was only slightly taller than Heidi was. He was dressed in deep purple clothing, and his black hair fell across his tanned skin. Short violet horns peeked out from his hair, barely visible. His red eyes observed her closely as he stood with a confidence that Heidi rarely saw.
His eyes fell to the floor, where he reached down and picked up the mirror. He held it in front of himself for a moment, before setting it down on the desk again.
Heidi, still shaken from what just happened, held her hands out in front of her, a somewhat defensive stance. Her eyes frantically watched the man as he raised an eyebrow at her, before he came a little closer.
"What's wrong?" he asked, almost mockingly. "Did I scare you?"
Heidi wasn't even going to bother trying to pretend she was fearless. "Yes! You just came out of my mirror!"
The man rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry, princess," he replied with a fake pout. He brushed nonexistent dirt off of his clothes, as if just standing near the girl dirtied his apparel. "You really should dust in here," he commented.
