Mirrors

Prologue

March 27, 2017

It's been three years.

I was fifteen when they turned. I remember the headlines, the sirens, the chaos. I never thought it was serious. I never thought it would effect me.

But effect me it did.

September 19, 2014

"Mom I'm home!" I yell as I slam the front door shut.

The tv upstairs is blaring with yet another news report

"THIS JUST IN! THE REFLECTIONS HAVE STRUCK AGAIN! A SEATTLE WOMAN HAS JUST BEEN FOUND MURDERED IN HER HOME. THE QUESTION THAT HAS BEEN RINGING IN OUR EARS FOR MONTHS NOW NEEDS TO BE ANSWERED AND SOON 'HOW DO WE SURVIVE AGAINST OUR OWN REFLECTIONS?'"

I roll my eyes, "you don't bitch" I sit down at the counter with an apple in hand, "we're all gonna die. Nothing can save us."

It's the same story every time, someone goes and looks at themselves in a mirror or a window or something and next thing they know something is forcing them to tear their own body to shreds. It's gory sure but you get used to the blood when you're living in a horror movie.

"MOLLY!!!!!!!" My brother let's out a blood curtling scream from upstairs.

I bolt.

"Jaime! Jaime where are you!?" I run from room to room looking for him.

"Molly!!!" He screams from my moms room.

I slam open the door to see the room torn apart and my mother on her hands and knees slowly cornering her son with a trail of blood behind her.

Her head snaps to look at me, I notice that a chunk of her face has been clawed out.

"Mom?" I say but I know it's not her, I don't know how but somehow the reflections got her and they're still controlling her even though she's not looking at them anymore.

"Mom are you in there?" I continue, trying to buy time.

She stands up and wipes the blood off her face.

"M-mom?" I say again.

She smiles, "Mommys gone hon.. Well.. Not all the way gone, I can still hear her screaming in here.. She won't shut up actually, 'don't hurt my kids!' That's all she's saying over and over." Her smile falters. "It's annoying."

She lunges for me.

"Molly!" Jaime shouts from the corner.

I duck and notice a pair of scissors on the floor, I grab them.

I stand as she gathers herself for the next round, I hold the scissors out in front of me.

She laughs, "aww, how cute. You won't hurt me, your own mother?"

A tear falls from my eye and she starts to speak again when Jaime comes and stabs her in the side with a knitting needle.

She spins around, "why you little"

She grabs his head in her hands and twists it until his neck snaps.

She drops him and turns back to me, "now, where were we?"

I run at her and stab her right in the heart.

I look in her eyes as she dies, "you're not my mother." I say.

I do not look away as she dies. I watch all the life leave her and I drop the body of my mother to the floor.

By now I'm sobbing, I rush to Jaime.

"Jaime!" I cry and bury my head in his lifeless chest "Jaime!! Jaime I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry, I could've saved you! It's all my-- it's all my-- I'm sorry!!!!"

I killed my mother. My mother killed my brother. I killed my mother. I snap out of my grief and stand up. I need to go now. There's nothing left for me here.

I go to my room and pack up my things, I'm so glad I never got around to putting a mirror in here. Then I head downstairs and search the house for weapons, I remember that my mom keeps a gun in her bed side table so I go back upstairs to grab that.

Once I open the drawer I see not only two fully loaded guns and extra ammo but at least 5,000 dollars in cash just sitting there.

"Convenient.." I mutter and grab it all.

With a gun in my pants and a bag on my back I head out, first to buy a holster and then to my dads.