Mirror Me (Rewriting)

Chapter-25 Joanan

The next day he was up before me. He looks like he hadn't gotten any sleep all night.

"Joanan?"

"Yes?"

"Have you slept?"

"Yeah"

"Liar"

"You're right"

"Why were you up all night?"

"I couldn't go to sleep"

"Try to sleep now. You're going to need it"

"What about the prisms though?" He asks.

"We will get to them later. Things can wait. If you're tired then you can not be alert and you will easily lose when it comes to fighting." I tell him.

"Fair enough" he says, then goes to sleep. Poor guy. He misses his family and worries for their safety. Then he has to worry about me not getting killed and he has to take care of himself. He's pushing himself a lot. As I waited for him to wake up, he didn't look like he was having a peaceful sleep. Maybe a nightmare.

He woke up in tears. I try to comfort him. He calmed down and went back to sleep. He seems so...fragile now that I've seen this side of him. Mentally atleast. Something definently happened to him before the mirror. He woke up again.

"Sorry" he says.

"It's fine" I tell him. We moved on through the woods. Joanan walked a lot slower than he usually does.

"Are you ok?" I ask. He didn't answer. Is he seriously going to ignore me? I'm trying to help him and this his how he treats me. "Joanan?" He said nothing again. I punched him in his shoulder. He looked at me angrily.

"Why did you do that?" He asked then pushed me hard.

"What do you mean why did-you were ignoring me!" I told him. Suddenly he looked sad again.

"I was?"

"Yes!"

"Oh, sorry. I guess I didn't realize it" He kept walking slow. I walk infront of him. He walked around me. I walked infront of him again and grabbed his hands.

"Look, you need to get yourself together. You can't go on like this. You need to be focused. Stop feeling bad for yourself!" I tell him.

"I keep forgetting that you don't know how it feels to care about someone because you're always alone. You can't even do anything by yourself! That's why you asked me a while before if we could work together. You're so weak. You can't do anything yourself but simply shoot an arrow at something. Other than that, you're useless. You have no strength. I solve everything around here and you sit there and follow me around like a puppy. You pretend to be hurt just so you don't have to do any of the work!" He said. Then snatched the bookbag from me, pushed me to the ground, and walked away. I began to cry because of the pain I'm still feeling physically, but mostly because he hurt my feelings. Maybe if I could run faster I could have saved him. I was too slow. As usual.