Bewitch Me [Book 1 & 2, The Witch's Fate]

Chapter Fifteen - Reflections don't talk

"Holy Neptune!". I panicked at the abnormal sighting before me. Reflections don't talk, do they? No they don't! Only in horror movies. Moaning in pain, I forced myself to lean over the silvery sink--with my other hand on the side of my sore chest. I stared into my reflection's daring eyes---trying to examine the translucent figure that was glitching continuously. What is now before me no longer looks like a normal shadowy reflection---but that of a glitching computer hologram or program that was trapped in a mirror. I asked out of curiosity, "W-what are you exactly?".

Slowly, parts of her body---or should I say my reflection---began to adjust and become focalized. She began, "I'm you...you guys call it the 'conscience' but I'm a part of you...your inner self". She raised an eyebrow and folded her arms with a lower. "The one you still don't want to explore?".

There was now an awkward silence.

The translucent clone placed her palms against the surface of the mirror from the inside---trying to reach out to me even though she knew it wasn't possible. I watched silently as the clone undulated as she moved from the mirror to the windows, then walls, then the light bulbs---basically anything that could show off one's reflections.

The clone continued the movements, glitching each time she tried circling me. "Why trying to run away from destiny? Run away from yourself? Well guess what...you can't hide from us---and you do know that...".

Tears filled my eyes, making me look to the side. If my nerdiness doesn't kill me someday, it'd be this madness that eventually will.

Now, I'm talking to my own reflection.

Is this even real?

"I'm trying to run away from this because....these negative forces would only consume my thoughts and emotions. I can hurt someone someday if I'm not careful---I know what I'm capable of doing when I lose control of myself". My hands trembled as I spoke and my chest only ached more---but it was the truth. I can't handle black or white magic when I can barely stand a fly in my direction---I'm very short-tempered and impatient, that'd be very dangerous if the dark spirits happen to get hold of my negative auras. With a shaking sigh, I managed to turn myself to the listening girl. "Is there a way to get rid of these before it's too late?". I asked in a pleading tone, hoping for a positive answer---hoping that she might have a way out, but I got none.

She sighed loudly and for some reason, kept looking behind me. I spun around when she folded her arms behind her back and turned into a blue light---floating towards each end of the walls before finally stopping in the tiled wall behind me. She then assumed my shape again. "I can't do that...it's our fate to wait for our savior to come to us---to come awaken the gift inside of us".

Saviour?

Awaken the gift inside of me?

I looked down at my trembling feet, pondering over the statement she just said. What gift is she talking about? I don't remember having any skill or gift---apart from painting and photography. If there's anything I should even have---it's the curse of loneliness and nerdiness. As far as I could tell, nothing mattered to me much in my life ever since things changed from childhood. The silence that came between our frozen figures after was getting unbearable but I still broke it anyways. "What do you mean...saviour?".

She started, "Look...".

I elevated my eyes to the glistening mirror---watching as she fluttered her eyelashes sadly. It was then I realized that her eyes were just a little turquoise as mine---the only difference between us was that of her golden hair. She really looked like my twin---if I was to have any that is.

"If you don't believe in you---I believe in you and if you want all these to end soon-". She said in a small soft voice---a voice similar to mine. It's just that hers was filled with authority and certainty--- unlike mine. "-you've to be the player, and not the game Isabelle...". Her eyebrows furrowed in seriousness.