Would You Hate Me Then?

His Obsession

After reading through parts in a few different books I had found lying on the edge of the bookcase filled past the max with books… I started to get bored. Decided to look through all the drawers in the room surprised to find out that there’s actual clothes that are my size in the dresser. There’s a wardrobe that has a couple coat items in it, and jackets. In the drawer beneath that there’s a few or more journals, and some CDs that seemed to be tossed about in there. Other than that there wasn't much to look at… 

Figured it’d be a good idea to take a shower while I have such pleasantries at my disposal. Once I turned the shower on, and stepped inside I sighed with relief at the heat spreading across my skin. As I began to wash my hair with shampoo I felt my lip start to quiver… not seeing a reason as to why. I continued to wash my hair as I felt tears roll down my cheek somehow spotting the difference between the water, and my tears. I sat down after I finished rinsing the soap from my hair, not caring I hadn’t even gotten to the conditioner for my hair. I pulled my knees to my chest before I wrapped my arms around them, and dropped my head to my knees. Crying aloud knowing no one could hear me, that no one cared to hear me.

Spent a while like that. Didn’t know why, just felt like I needed to cry I suppose. After a bit I stopped crying, and just went kind of numb feeling too tired to continue on. So I finished cleaning up deciding that a nap would do me well not to mention would help pass the time. I dried my body, and hair best I could till barely any skin played host to water droplets. I tossed the towel in a bin beside the sink before leaving the bathroom to retrieve clothes from the dresser. I decided on loose shorts that stopped at the middle of my thighs, and a thin hoodie that was a little bigger than intended probably. After that I fell into my bed so I could pull the blankets over me, and rest my head atop the soft squishy pillow. With a slow exhale, and inhale I felt my mind start to slip… 

I opened my eyes with confusion as I sat up seeing the white walls around me, and the two way mirror to my left. Why in the hell am I in the interrogation room? The only thing missing is the metal table, and chair ensemble. I stood in bewilderment as I walked over to the mirror to study my reflection. When I reached it, I studied every inch of my face finding nothing out of the ordinary… until my reflection smirked, and I frowned. I furrowed my brows as I gestured with my hand to see if the me in the mirror would copy the motion. She did, so the next thing I did was touch the glass for a moment. “Confused, and lost as always,” my reflection smirked cunningly as though she knew something I didn’t.

“What?”

“Hush now baby,” she batted her lashes with disinterest. “You still don’t get it do you? That life you lead over there on your side of the glass… trapped behind those four walls. Tsk, tsk, tsk,” she grinned. “Pity, no?”

“I don’t…” My reflection scoffed as the lights dimmed on her side, and she gestured behind her at two people. One of them being me, and the other Wesker.

“You could be free, you just have to make up your mind sweetie.” She walked over to them as they grew closer, and closer until they kissed. “Look at this,” the other me smirked. “I can’t tell if you’re playing him or actually kissing him.”

“Does it matter?”

“Shackles my darling,” she shot me a glance filled with amusement. “You have locked yourself tightly because you’re weak, you’re afraid.”

“No I’m not,” I growled. Suddenly my reflection’s surroundings changed, and the room perfectly mirrored mine except for one person standing beside me.

“Are you so sure… there’s one person who would disagree with that.” I gulped as I turned to face him.

“Oh Ana,” he grabbed the side of my face, and forced me back against the wall. “Did you really think I would ever let you go?”