Reflection Let Me In

Intro - Vampire Girl

I see them everywhere, windows. People like to take photos of them, they make weird faces. But only specific windows, mainly bathroom windows, I don't know why, other windows have much better views. Like the one in my bedroom, it looks onto a nice field of poppy's. But if I look behind it, it's just a wall. I don't understand how that works, but the world is strange like that.

People are also strange. And very mean. Like in Year Six, when we had to design an invention to help us in our everyday life. I designed a device that would show you what you currently look like when you look at it, like a camera, but you could hang it on your wall like a window, and it doesn't require battery. I couldn't figure out how to build it, though. When I presented my idea to the class, everyone laughed at me, they said that they "already exist, dumbass!" Apparently, they are called "mirrors". I figured they must be rare, but then I was told that those windows in the bathroom? Those are mirrors. That window of poppy's in my bedroom? That's a mirror. I told them I can't see my reflection in them. They started calling me 'Vampire Girl' and my parents sent me to a psychiatrist. He was nice. He asked me how I felt, and didn't force me to talk if I didn't want to. Every week, he would bring in a mirror and asked me what I saw in it, sometimes the view was nice, like a forest or a field. But sometimes, the view was war. Fire. Explosions. I don't like those mirrors.