A Story That Will Never Die {Henry Mills/OUAT} [2]

Shattered Sight

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I sat in my room, we had locked the door so I couldn't get out and then put a spell on it so I couldn't open it. I was the only who couldn't open the door. I waited for something to happen, but nothing did. I didn't even feel anything at all. What did this mean? "Well, well, well... look who we have here. Little miss Aria Hale," I jumped at the sound of my own voice. "Oh, did I scare you?" I turned to the direction of the voice to see myself in the mirror... but it wasn't me. It was like my reflection had a mind of its own. I, the other me, was standing there with a glare on my face and my arms crossed over my chest. I also had blonde hair which was my natural hair color from what my Dad used to say. He said that when I was younger, it slowly started to turn purple for some reason. I stood up and walked closer to my mirror.

"How..." I trailed off.

The other me beat me to it, "How is this possible? Really? Aren't you supposed to know? I thought you were good at this stuff, but I guess not."

"What are you even saying?" I asked confusedly. "I have never said that I was good at this stuff."

"But you were thinking it," The other me smirked and pointed to her head, "It's all in here," I was speechless. I couldn't think of anything to say. "Well, don't look so surprised. I thought you were smarter than this. Maybe this is why Mom never loved you."

"Stop it." My voice was shaking a little as I said this.

"Or is it because you had these magic powers. Powers that weren't even natural for someone like you," She was trying to press my buttons and she was pressing all of them. "Mom hated you because you were different... because you were a coward and you were worthless," I wiped the tear that threatened to fall. "What? Are you upset?"

"Shut up! You don't know anything!" I shouted.

The other me laughed, "I mean, seriously, you are the worst coward out there. All of those times when Mom yelled at you, what did you do?" I didn't say anything. "You just sat there and took it. Why is that exactly? Because you were scared. How worthless can you get? No wonder Mom hated you. How could she love a worthless, stupid, and strange kid like you?"

"Who are you?" I screamed at the reflection.

"You still haven't figured it out? I'm you." She pointed at me with a smile.

"No, you're not." I said in denial.

"Oh, but I am. I'm what you really think about yourself. I'm your deepest insecurities that you've tried to forget about. They don't stay forgotten forever, sweetheart." My reflection taunted.