Short Stories ~ Purely Written Out of Boredom

Ghost in the Mirror

((ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ @_Red_Boi, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴛᴡɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴀʏ(ꜱᴏʀʀʏ).

That damn mirror. I can't ever walk past it without avoiding any kind of contact with it. I don't look into the mirror. But today, this changes. Today, I'm going to face my fears and look into the mirror. I'm going to face it and not be afraid. Why am I so afraid of a silly old mirror? It's not the mirror I am actually afraid of, but rather what faces me when I try to look into the mirror.  A hideous being who looks like he's hanging onto life by a thread. I hate him.

There it is, hanging up on the wall. Just go look, it won't be so bad once it's done and over with. Please, just go look into the mirror. Even if it's only for a little bit, just try. Sucking in a deep breath to better ready myself, I approach the mirror I haven't glanced at in years, but my head is down with my arm sheilding my eyes. A part of me holds back from looking at this disgusting thing. After a few moments of thinking, I will myself to do it. One more forceful breath of air in, I pull my arm away and look into the mirror.

There he is, that hideous smile that hides bullets of bitter words to speak. His hair's a mess and his tired eyes are sunken deep into his skull. He's been crying, I can tell. I wave to the sad man, but he doesn't wave back. He's smiling today. Why is he smiling today? I'm not smiling, there's nothing to be happy about right now.

"Why are you smiling." I say firmly, my words are no longer a soft greeting. They're hateful towards the horrifying beast.

"Because you've finally talked to me. Gosh, after so long you decide to speak to me again. It gets lonely here, wouldn't you agree?" The other man speaks, but I'm not buying into his little act.

"You're not happy to see me, nobody is. You ruined me, and I hate you." I speak, my words are venomous towards this joker of a being. But he doesn't seem to understand. It's like my words are just reflecting off of him. Why isn't he listening? He's pissing me off.

"What if I save you from that? I can fix you, I can fix everything. I promise, I'll make everything better." He says. Why does he sound so confident? He's a liar, he's insane. He doesn't know what he's talking about. I don't want his lies.

"You're lying." Is all I reply with. I look angry, my eyebrows furrowed close together in anger as my eyes narrow. My skin is hot with rage as I look this demented jackass.

"Why do you say that? Have I ever done you wrong?" He replies, he sounds so smug and egotistical. I hate that he acts like he hasn't done a thing wrong to me.

"Yes! So many times have you done me wrong! You've done nothing but break me, take away everything from me, I hate you! I hate you I hate you I hate you!" I scream, going absolutely berserk to the other macabre man. I begin to lose my breath and start hyperventalating, pounding my fists either side of the wall where the mirror sits. My eyes never leave his, I only stare at him with set in stone hatred.

"Are you done now? You're acting quite childish of yourself. You don't have the things you love for a reason, do you see it now-"

"Stop talking! Just shut up, just shut your fucking mouth!" I cut him off, completely losing my temper. A hole marks into the wall just next to the mirror, but the dunce on the other end is still smiling. Wait, what's this? He's... Is he crying? But that smile never fell. Though he's bursted into tears, that faded smile is still there. He's still looking at me, but his appearance is still awful. I can't stand those eyes.

"I promise to you, I can make everything bad go away. I can reverse all of this, give you back the things you once loved so much. Your friends, your pride and joys, all of it." He tries to offer me again, but I won't let him. He's hurt me enough, I doubt he'd want to help me after so much trouble.

"I. Don't. Trust you." I say firmly once again, only hoping he can get it through his thick skull that I want nothing to do with his dirty tricks and lies. The man wipes away his tears, his eyes red from the waterfall of tears that overcame him just a minute ago. He continues to stare at me, never breaking his eyes away from mine. Not even for a second does he let go.

"I promise you, I will make this right again. We will make this right again. Just trust me." His offer is tempting, I feel like I should give in. I'm slowly giving up. How I want everything to just go back to normal, but not by the likings of this thing.

"No. No. No. No. You're trying to take control over me again. You-You're out to get me! You've done it once and damn it I won't let it happen again! You're trying to take control over me again, that's why I've lost everything because of you! And now there's a hole in the wall, oh God this place is a disaster! I have to stop doing this." I continue, beginning to ramble on further than what I'm really thinking. But I know what he's doing, it's not going to happen again. Never again.

I stopped looking into the mirror, my head is facing down at my feet and my hands are stuck on either side of the wall, right at the mirror. That damned mirror, I can still feel his cold gaze on me even though I've looked away. But something's telling me to look up, and it's not him. Look back up? But he'll hurt me if I do. He's still watching me, he's always watched me. Maybe he'll stop if i ask him to? I look back up in the mirror, and he's pointing something at me.

"This will help. Everything's gonna be alright once we get this over with. Everything good is going to come back to you. You won't have to deal with me anymore, your normal life will be back to normal before you know it." He says to me again. I have no choice, there's something telling me I have no choice against this. I open my mouth to say something, but no words come out. I'm speechless, but I knew this was coming. I want to say something. Why can't I say something? No, no I have to trust him now. I'll be better soon.

The gun is to my head, and I look at my dull reflection one last time. My eyes are tired with bags and tear stains while my mouth is twisted into a falling smile that I force. My hair is ragged and horribly grown out, everything around me is a complete mess. I've changed for the worse and drove away my friends and family. I no longer enjoy anything, I'm always paranoid now. Don't forget, he's watching you. Right.

I start the countdown to myself, looking deeply into my horrible self. Some might even call my appearance hideous. I've learned to adapt to this new change because I have always had bigger things to worry about. The man that's after me, always watching everytime I pass through the mirrors. But not anymore. I'll be okay soon. Everyone's going to love me after this.

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((Hello to the few lads that actually care to read my odd stories. I thought I might clear this up, the person in this story lives with Schizophrenia with paranoia, and in this story he ends up taking his own life believing someone is telling him to.Now before I get attacked by the person who requested this, let me clarify this as well. The original request was for two characters to meet having trust issues and such before finally starting to come around, but my twisted self couldn't help but put a dark twist to this.Please vote and feel free to comment! Don't forget Requests are still open since this odd book of short stories isn't really going anywhere. Thank you, and stay safe during these trying times :)