A Traumatic Case

~♥~ Chapter 2 ~♥~

Tokyo, Japan
November 19, 2018
1:53 PM

I made sure I got all of my things ready in order to meet the detective I contacted: a small wallet, a journal that me and Austin wrote when he was alive (it was full of measly notes to each other, but the end really is different than the rest), my memory and wits. Yeah, that's everything.

I took a deep breath and carried my drawstring bag. My eyes wandered onto the pictures that was hung on the wall, all of it being connected by a piece of red string.

The pictures had me and my friends, including Austin. I grabbed a photo that had him and me together when we were going to have our last class picture in college, and we decided to take a picture afterwards.

The memories still linger in my head, making me smile sadly at the picture. “I miss you, Austin...” my wrists didn't even try to sting— possibly because I wasn't even fated to be with him. As soulmates, nonetheless.

Soulmates. A word that gives people different reactions when heard.

I wasn't too keen on wanting to know who my soulmate is. It's fine if it's someone I knew, but if it was someone that was an acquaintance or even a enemy... Not entirely. It's all up to chance, I guess.

Rubbing my eyes, I turned myself to the that was leaning on the corner of the room. The glass shone dimly from the light, but I can still clearly see my reflection there.

It's still me... [Your full name].... But why am I looking at the different angle of my own reflection?

I felt myself move to the mirror. My reflection had done the same as I did, until I was close enough to see who I am. There's some cracks on the side of the mirror, and I moved to touch it. It's still there... It wasn't fixed, I guess.

I was about to move away, but I suddenly felt like something wasn't right. I turned back to my reflection, my eyes widening when the other tried to reach out—

But it didn't.

It stopped when I blinked, seeing how it was still the same when I moved to check it. I raised my hand, and it followed. Strange... What just happened?

I let my thoughts trail off, not wanting to continue with that line of thought. I looked at my hands, which was covered with two black fingerless gloves. It doesn't have much embedded on it, but there's at least two rows of buttons on both gloves.

Am I hallucinating? Or did that actually happen?

I couldn't help but shudder. If I was, maybe I shouldn't meet with the detective and in turn, go to a psychiatrist instead. That way, I'd be able to find out what's wrong with me.

I shook my head and soon grabbed the phone by the desk. On the side of my phone is my laptop that is powered off after doing my job application last night, with 3 papers that are the exact same copy of each one. I checked the paperwork, making sure they are the same and in order, before setting it down to my desk and placing my phone inside my bag. Satisfied, I left my room, unaware of a smile from the mirror's cracked side.

🔎 📖 🔎

I arrived at my destination, and just got there by 2:09 PM. I could've taken the bus ride at the bus stop, but I figured I need to also exercise myself and get there. I also made a mental note to exercise more if I ever get myself the chance to do so, deeming that getting myself back in shape would be much better after the small jog I had to do to arrive at my destination.