Some Secrets Are Better Off Hidden

Chapter 1: Meeting People You Already Knew For The First Time

7:59 a.m

The sun beamed through the window, forcing the blue lad to wake up. He stuffed his face in the soft pillows underneath him, in an attempt to defy the irritating light. When that failed, he let out a defeated groan, turning his gaze to the side. He squinted his eyes open to see a digital clock. It took a bit for his vision to adjust. When it did, he could properly read the numbers blaring in red. the time read 8:01 am. He ignored the time and tried to fall back asleep.

...

He threw the sheets off himself. Obviously not happy with the fact he couldn't doze off into la-la land.

His face went from slight annoyance to utter confusion when he didn't recognize his surroundings.

He got up, suddenly in the mood to investigate, but quickly regretted it. His legs felt like wet noodles as he held onto the bed frame for support. His legs felt so weak. When he gathered enough strength to get up, he shakily lifted himself. Using the help of the bed of course.

Feeling confident he took a few steps forward but to no avail. He slipped and fell back harshly with a loud thud. Suddenly feeling dizzy from the unexpected fall.

He sat up and gave the object he tripped on a hurtful glare. As if the object had personally offended him.

He took the object out of spite and slight curiosity.

"S-... Smirnoff?" He read the title out loud in uncertainty. Before long, he became aware of what he was holding. It was alcohol. In fact, there were many beer boddles scattered around the floor. He lifted himself off the floor, now being more concerned.

He was warier when walking again.

He opened the door and closed it quietly once he was out of the smelly room. He looked around and was astonished.

This place ain't half bad. Which was an understatement considering the previous room he was in. He looked around the new area. There was a staircase on his far left. He automatically assumed he was on the second floor.

He looked to his right to see a worn-out door. It looked like it was supposed to be painted white. But it was too beaten up to point out a specific colour. Someone must have repidedly punched it. Not to mention the door handle seemed like it had better days.

He entered the room after he was done insulting the door. Immediately Identifying it to be the bathroom.

He looked around but froze when he saw black eyes meet his. He didn't know what he was looking at. His jaw was hanging open in complete shock. It didn't help that the same action was repeated across from him. He approached the glass in curiosity and stopped mere inches from it. He saw those eyes staring right back.

Pitch-black eyes.

He waved his hand in front of the glass, a little less surprised to see the being do the same. Still freaked out though.

He continued doing movements like he was playing a weird game of charades. The thought then clicked that this must be a mirror. The fact that it reflects everything in the room, including himself he presumed.

He was happy to figure it out. Although the need to facepalm himself was almost unbearable. After a few moments, a new thought crawled up his mind and left him shivering. That was my reflection, and I didn't even recognize it.

He took a pause and thought for a bit, still looking at the mirror. He woke up in an unfamiliar room. Didn't recognize the building he was in. And didn't even know what he looked like until now... What was the last thing he remembered?