I'd rather be alone...

Bloody Mattie?

If you ever find yourself stuck in a mirror screaming, hitting the glass, crying, and desperately trying to get help, will not work. When you are stuck in the mirror you may go through an existential crisis, you may wish you were brain dead because the would be easier than the loneliness of being alone in the bathroom, looking from the mirror. What's worse is there's nothing to do, you can't move, and everything you see is backwards so definitely no reading, and everything is muffled so no free gossip. It's boring, truly the deepest hell. In actuality though, I liked it, I was alone, I could be myself, my sad, miserable. . . depressed self. . . I was alone, I like being alone. No one could yell at me that way, no one could pressure me into doing something or get angry at me when I forget to do something, I could get comfortable, and rest. I think I'm scared of being hurt by people, but I don't know. Maybe I'm scared of just being near people. I wanted to forget about the outside world, and I wanted to drift along like a cloud. Yes, I have cloud envy. I only had just realized how contradictory I was, I wanted to be alone, but I still have desires for a relationship, I wouldn't have gone through three relationships in the span of six months, trying for four, otherwise. I wanted to drift into nothingness, I wanted to be alone, in someone else's arms.
Just as I was ready to accept this new existence something, weird happened. A group of four kids came barreling through the door. I only recognized one of them, Alan Kailisain. The Kalisains are a, different group, within our community. They're basically social outcasts in a sense. No one really considers a Kailisain as a friend, they just tolerate them. This general dislike spread into the Kailisain family too. Alan was the oldest of the kids, he and his brother Rocky hated each other. The both accused the other of watching gay porn, without the other brother being around of course. I personally despised the brothers, they try to act cool when nobody would even notice if they went missing.
One of the three I didnt recognize started talking. I silenced my thoughts and tried my hardest to listen in on the conversation. It was still very muttered but I understood bits and pieces. "-ust need to - it's as - stan - ay the wor- then you ca - ur gro-"
I had a bleak idea what was going on but if it was what I had hoped I had the best seat in the house. They flipped of the lights, much to my joy. Alan stood in front of my mirror, and he said it. He fucking said it and it was perfect. " Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary,"
I was laughing so hard I could, figuratively, see Grim's face curl in pain from our lungs bruising.
That's about when shit got fucking insane. They couldn't see it, but I could. A copse, of a young woman, still can't believe this, appeared on my side of the mirror. She put he hands against the window and she spoke in a hollow raspy voice. "Please, help me,"
My jaw must have literally been on the floor.
In my dis belief I reached out and taped her shoulder, she jumped. "Oh my God you're real,"
She reeled back. I got a good look at her face, she looked younger then me but her face, dear god her face. Her cheeks were in set, she was pale, unnaturally pale, as if she didn't have and blood left in her body, an even scarier concept. Her clothes were in tatters, her skirt was torn so you could see her left thigh, which was in just as bad of shape as her clothes. Her shirt was torn down the middle, she didn't have a bra on and instead she had four grisly stab wounds.
Her skeletal hands reached out to me, "You see me?" Her voice was raspy and horrible. "Please help me,"
I panicked and ran, as fast and as far as I could, that was not far or quick.  Inside this mirror world you can't see reality but what you see in a mirror. I ran outside, and threw things in front of the door to get away. I'd gladly be stuck in the mirror land as long as that thing wasn't near me. I saw our schools bus, there was something inside and I just hoped it was Grim.
I sprang through the bus doors so hard that face planting on the stairs was the easy part. I scoured through the bus to find Grim, it was possibly the easiest part. There was Grim in the hall of the bus, with a naked woman on either side, and a third at MY crotch.
I was speechless, he took my virginity and I wasn't even there for it, "What the fuck!" I almost shot my etherial voice screaming at him.
Grim turned his gaze from the blonde at his left to the brunette at his right. "Hey could you hand me my phone, darling?"
"Anything"
I vomited fake vomit.
Grim put his phone to our face, "I thought I heard my phone vibrate, what's up Matt?"
As if by instinct I replied "Go to hell,"
"Oh I'd love to help you there," he took his free hand and started to finger the blonde, "but I'm a bit indisposed,"
I felt my hand get wet, "Ah disgusting man!"
"Well that sounds like a problem you can deal with yourself,"
The brunette at his right leaned in, "Come on, hang up," she pressed he breasts together, "isn't this more important?"
Grim stared at them for a second. "I'm going to have to call you back,"
I watched for a half hour. He started to pull the hair of the girl on his crotch so hard that he actually ripped some out. The others he started to choke, by the end I couldn't tell if they were panting out of extacy, or because he almost killed them. I tried not to dwell on it. While they were laying about the bus Grim stood up, "well that was fun," he clapped his hands, "who's ready for round two?" I picked up a mirror world bag and chucked it at him, but it just flew right through him.
Finally after five hours of orgy watching I gave up and went for a walk. The area was beautiful, nothing but lake, as far as the eye can see. It's good enough to make you forget about your worries, all of your lonely, bothersome worries. It was calming. I sat against the shore line, dipping my feet into the water, spreading out across the cool sand. Forgetting that it all exists. A world where I was alone and free, the perfect human experience.
As I was laying down I looked back to the cabin, just a glance back into civilization. Weirdly I saw Poe, walking with a man in a leather jacke- aw fuck.
Grim brought Poe right to where I was sitting, Grim, being the douche bag he is sat right on top of me, he physically passed through I I felt nothing but embarrassment. "Off now!"
Grim ushered Poe to sit next to him, "So. . . wanna have sex on the beach?"
"Grim so help me god I will end you," I screamed.
"I have a boyfriend, and you have to have a dick first," Poe responded to Grim.
"Why use my dick when I have a fist?" Grim smirked.
"Ew, that's disgusting, I'm not going to feed your fetish's,"
"This is the first time I'm glad you're turning me down," I shifted my gaze from Poe to Grim, "And you can stop and let me back in at anytime,"
"No?" I don't know if Grim said that to me or Poe. "That's a damn shame," Grim leaned in, with his eyes fixated onto Poe's "I could have rocked your world," he put his head over Poe's shoulder and whispered something that I couldn't quite hear.
Poe's face turned stark white. As Grim leaned back Poe's eyes would fallow, "Are you sure?"
Grim faintly smiled, "I can see it now, just head inside and get help,"
Poe almost jumped straight up but Grim put his hand on Poe's shoulder.
"Slowly," Grim said.
Poe had gotten up and continued on until he reached the hotel. Grim stood up and grabbed a knife from his pocket and cut three long slashes across his chest, each running in parallel.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled.
"Relax it's no worse then when you used to do it to yourself!" Grim replied, while he finished the last cut. He flung the knife out to spread the blood out. Then he fell into the water, dropping the knife in.
I just watched in horror, as Poe and some men with rifles ran out of the hotel. They picked up Grim and put him in a Jeep, they tried the ignition but it wouldn't budge. One of the men circled his finger in the air and all the others tried to start up their jeeps, none of them turned on. Grim smiled, as if a plan was falling into place.