Evil In The Mirror

Five~ I couldn't escape for long...

Me and Wish had reluctantly gone our separate ways, I had to go back home, going home made me think about what I saw in that room... That creature..

I looked at the front door to my house, took a deep breath.

"It was my imagination... I was tired... I didnt see that..." I nodded and pushed the door open, I quickly locked it behind me and ran upstairs, trying to avoid attracting attention to myself.

I didn't want to look at her room. It haunted me, if I went in and saw that thing, I wouldn't be able to live here anymore. My fear would overtake me.

"Dear..." a quiet croaky voice whispered, her door started to open slowly, a long fingernail at the edge of the door.

"Nope." I shook my head and walked to my room at a very quick pace. I shut the door and locked it.

"It's my imagination. It's not real. I'm going crazy." I curled up in my bed, wrapping the covers tight around me.

"Why don't you love me sweetie... You're my little angel... My buttercup... I love you more than anyone.. My angel..." I heard tapping on the door as the voice sadly croaked. How couldn't my father hear this?

"Are you ok in there... Please don't leave me.." The lock snapped and my mother tumbled in. I was about to scream then I realised. It wasn't the monster.

My mother was drunk. Such a relief.

"Roxane go to bed." I told her. "I want to go to sleep." my voice was stubborn, I didn't care.

"But princess..." She must of used her entire database of nicknames by now. But not my real name.

"Go to your room and go get some rest." I scowled, my phone beeped from my table. Her drunken eyes switched to that and she clumsily clambered towards the noise and grabbed it.

"Well yello there, sugar muffin." she had called whoever messaged me, I feel really sorry for them. "It's me, Roxane. You know..." She confused herself and didn't know what to say. I went to take the phone.

"They call me the.. The.... Hey angel cakes, what's that fluffy thing with the like... like... pointy ears, and big fingers with sharp things coming out of them." I facepalmed a little.

"I'm.. a tiger... es.. tigress? Roar, baby boy!"

I grabbed the phone and pushed her out of my room, pulling the lock across as best as I could, even if it was a bit broken.

"I'm really sorry, who is this?" I asked, holding the phone to my ear.

"Oh... its Wish, don't worry about it Lazy!"

Oh... My god... The only guy I know was just flirted with by my drunken mother! Let me just melt into a puddle for a day or so.