Her Confliction

A Beautiful Disturbance

Tap. Tap. Tap.

It was a day. A routine of staying in bed as memories crawled in her head and messed with her thoughts. It shouldn't bother her though, it happens a lot so she should get used to it by now, right? Shouldn't she stay numb as the emotions eat her whole? Leaving her mind void?

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Once again she didn't sleep. It wasn't like she didn't want to, she couldn't. She won't blame anyone but herself for developing such a disorder. Sleep hadn't knocked on her door properly for months, but that was the least of her problems. It has been three consecutive years since she has received actual fresh air asides air conditioners and ceiling fans.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

It wasn't like she was locked up in an asylum, she was simply trapped.

Her parents told her that everything was going to be fine. But of course, they were really bad at lying. They never knew she existed until she had her incident that ended her up in her room, which was filled with disgustingly bright coloured stuffed animals. She had told those nurses numerous times that she was an adult. But she didn't want to admit that hugging Stephanie, the stuffed panda, made her feel at ease. She found comfort in her, she was the only one that understood her loneliness in this enclosed space.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Go away," She ordered.

"Alana." A familiar voice sung her name out in such melody it made her stomach turn.

"I said go away."

"My my. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

She glared at the rectangular sized mirror . "Go away."

She tried copying the monstrous look on her face but failed terribly with an uncontrollable laughter. "God. Learn how to lighten up the mood for once."

Alana diverted her eyes to the kettle that whistled for her.

"What's putting you off this morning? Menstrual cramps?"

She ignored.

"Come on, at least say hello to a good friend," She stood in front of her with a pout.

"You are not real."

Of course she wasn't real, she was a reflection that's speaking to her. It wasn't the first time she had an encounter with her, it probably won't be her last. The more she tried to erase her out of existence, the more it became difficult, so she gave up trying. She didn't want to live like this forever, but her stupid episodes had to occur.

"Alana," She spoke once again, leaning down to get a better look of her face. "Looks like you haven't been sleeping well again."

"Who can sleep in peace when morons like you tap on the mirror continuously?"

She laughed once again. "I tend to tick people off sometimes."

"Well you're doing it right."

There was a long pause in the room before she spoke. "How are you, Alana?"

"Are you seriously going to ask me that?"

"I'm just trying to start a friendly conversation," She defended. "Geez, feisty much."

Alana stood up and walked towards the kettle, disconnecting it from the outlet. "I've been here with Stephanie for three years. I have no contact with any mortal outside my home. My boyfriend is now dating my best friend behind my back. My parents think I'm psychotic. I look like a zombie being raw fucked by another zombie. And I'm talking to my reflection that miraculously walked out of the mirror. Of course I'm fine."