Scared

Chapter 3: mirrors

I've always had a fear of mirrors. Even when I was a baby, I would look in a mirror and cry. Cry because what I saw in there was different than what everybody else saw. I have tried to conquer my fears, but it just seems to be to hard. But I'm also addicted to mirrors. When ever I come home from school, I go to my bedroom and stare at the mirror. So it was no surprise when my mom asked me what happened at school and I didn't respond. I walked up the stairs to my bedroom. The long full body mirror I had in my room was waiting for me next to my wooden stool. I removed the stool from its original spot next to the mirror and placed it in front of the mirror. I sat down and stared. Then, my stomach started to feel weird. I felt like I was going to cry. My eyes widened a bit, then the tears started coming. I ran downstairs to my back pack to get my phone, you know, try and take my mind off of the mirror. But even when I called Kousagii, Niagra, and Umi in group chat, I still didn't feel better. I told them about my fear of mirrors. And my addiction. They all said that it was weird that I had and addiction and a fear towards something. Wait let me rephrase that, They all said that I was weird. I thought I might lose my only friends if I told them anymore about the situation. So instead I tried to explain it to them with something that they could relate to. "Like, what if you were at ummm...state fair! And you wanted to go to the haunted house and you kept going and going even though you hated it. Absolutely hated it because it was so scary. That is me with mirrors. But it is something I can't control." They all thought about it for a second. Umi was the first to speak. "So your afraid of mirrors?" She asked. I thought in my head how dumb it would sound to say yes. And eventually, saying yes was my only option.
"Yes." I replied. Just a simple yes was all it took for Kousagii to join in. "I geuss that really is related to the haunted house situation." She said. Then, Niagra spoke up. "Anxiety?" Was all she said. With a puzzled tone. I thought of the possibility's of that. "It does seem a bit like anxiety." I thought. But that didn't seem it. It didn't feel like anxiety when I was a baby. And it still doesn't feel like anxiety even now as I get older. I finally replied. "Probably not..." then I hung up and turned on the TV.