Why is it so dark? I sit up and look around a little more. "Oh." I say as I open my curtains to look outside. The beautiful sky appears to lose its color as the days go by. I swing my legs off the side of my bed. I look at my room in the newly discovered light from the outside world that I feel so distant from. The walls that used to hold my false hopes and dreams are now holding empty walls that no longer have the vibrant posters they once held.
I look over the cramped desk full of abandon school papers I had left for later, but later never really came. I glance at the beautiful brown wood dresser my mother gave me before she left me to this unforgiving hateful world. I finally get the strength to get up, with a creak from my bed and an ache in my legs. I stretch my arms popping the joints that longed for release. I walk over the creaky floor boards that groan with my weight. I grab my school clothes and throw them over my shoulder and head towards the bathroom. As I walk through the empty hall with pictures holding heavy memories of what once was a happy life. Happy memories filled with wishes and hopes that will never be granted, they just hang there frozen in time captured by that picture, in that moment. I feel the dread filling me for what is to come.
I take a quick hot shower, trying to help my tense muscles loosen up. They feel like rusted joints just wanting a little oil so they can function. I get out, throw a towel over my soaked skin and dry the water away, hoping it will take my dread with it, but alas to no avail. My dread stays with me through-out the day and night. I stretch again finding new joints that need a good pop. I throw on my cloths, feeling the clean fabric on my skin. No matter how many times I wash it, the pain I've felt seems to stay. Just like how everyday after school they always seem to be waiting to deliver the pain I so hate.
I go to grab my tooth brush, and slightly cringe when I touch my moms'. Everything she left behind keeps reminding me more and more just how gone she really is. I finally look up in the fogged up mirror on the wall to face myself, but what I don't expect is to see myself smiling back at me. My smile looks strained and devious. I picked up my calloused hand and felt my face, but I wasn't smiling, so how?
My concern and confusion, the only thing of me showing in the mirror. " I'm sorry but I'd like to take your place for awhile." Said a voice that sounded like mine but much deeper and more sinister than I could ever sound in my life. " What the-" I was cut off when my reflection reached out of the mirror and grabbed me. I have never felt so much terror coursing through my veins before.
I felt completely and utterly at a loss. I couldn't move. I was frozen while this thing dragged me through the mirror making me land on the other side. I get up as quickly as I hit the ground, but strangely I'm still in the same room. I spin around and look in the mirror but see my true reflection. I only see me. My head suddenly starts pounding, a pain that feels as though it's breaking my skull in half. "It must have just been some weird hallucination," I tell myself, but I truly still feel that what I just experienced was all too real.
I open the mirror and pull out some medicine for my excruciating headache when I hear something that makes me drop the bottle of pills. They splatter all over the floor as I hear, "Izuku hurry or you'll be late for school!" There's no way this can be happening because my mom died two years ago, and I'm the one who killed her.
( I hope you enjoyed the story and I hope u enjoy the suspense 😝, sincerely your best author Chan)
