Tape Boy

Chapter 7; Little Bump

Dinner has always been, well awkward is the best way to describe it. It's not that you didn't love your grandmother or anything its just... You guys never could talk about anything, which caused just a lot of quiet chewing as you picked up clumps of rice and meat. 

There was always students that would tell you about the joy of family dinners and the dumb family squabbling. They always had so much warmth in their voice and eyes that it was nearly burning with it's heat. You... You always found yourself jealous of them...

Your dinner table was nothing but eating and then going your separate ways, no warm heartfelt discussion about your day, just silence and a chilly feeling sweeping up your skin. The only warmth to be found was in your bowl of food.

Even that could only satiate you for so long.

Placing your utensils in your empty bowl your hands found their place around the dish as you stood up with out a word walking to go rinse your dish before retreating back to your room without a word from your grandmother, not that you said anything to her either.

Sitting before you vanity you ran a brush through your hair preparing for bed. Studying your face in the mirror your face remained neutral your eyes lidding a little in a tired manner. You winced when your brush scratched something against your scalp, lifting a hand to the spot you were surprised to find a small little bump growing there.

Confused you parted your hair to look at the bump, then you did it on the other side of your head to find another bump there as well. Scrunching your brows to rubbed a little over both of the bumps trying to piece together why these had formed so symmetrically on your head then it clicked.

"Are these... horns??" You asked softly to the darkness of your room

It then sent waves washing over you as a small smile pulled onto your face, you knew none of the relatives on your grandmothers side had horns so it had to be your mothers genes flowing out and sprouting inside you... or outside of you more like it. A bright grin danced over your face as you wiggled about a little bit joyously, it meant you have another part of your mother with you.

Now you just needed a few more things of your father and it would definitely cause your grandmother go wild. Snickering happily at the thought of the scowling look on her sour face was enough to brighten your mood right up. 

Though suddenly you noticed the ghost of a hand print on the glass of your mirror, like you had touched and smudged the glass but when you reached out to brush your fingers against it nothing happened. Tilting your head a little you hummed lowly in confusion about it, like was it a stain you just didn't notice before?

Soon another appeared on the glass higher up on the mirror, and soon another then another until your mirror completely flooded black causing the reflective part of a mirror to be rendered useless. The hand prints that lined the parameter of the glass, you starred with wide eyes trying to figure out what was happening, nothing like this had happened before.

Bright yellow eyes even with your own soon brightened scaly cheeks and a firm brow. Swallowing thickly you breathed out softly trying to calm your soaring nerves, the creature, if you could call it that even, on the other side tilted it's head to the right. Soon you did the same blinking a little as you studied the pretty yellow gaze.

The gentle look in those eyes just felt familiar, with your nerves calmed and soothed nothing about the reflection that you didn't have. You offered the creature a gentle smile, you couldn't see the full response from your smile your their gaze filled with a smile as well. 

You were about to speak but your light snapped on and the dark mirror disappeared. Looking at the door through your mirror you found your grandmother there, her fingers hovering over your light switch, her face contorted in an angry scowl.

"We will get you a new vanity in the morning." She stated in a tone that told you that this was final and you got no choice with that she closed the door, "go to bed." 

And with that any warmth you felt was gone.