The Spooky Maze

Myra's Mirrors

The wind storm sent me spiraling into a dark place. Darkness seemed to be staring right inside my soul,stirring up my very-evident fear. I recollected the last sound I heard, “Stay stron-“, it was probably Aarav.I mustered up all the courage I had and took a step forward.
It's too dark to recall but I fell inside a constricted space. Recovering from the fall, I looked around. Lights were flickering, and I started breathing heavily. There, I was encountering my biggest phobia, I tried to shut my eyes but the recurring visuals of what I saw made it worse. Goosebumps settled on my skin, my mouth was dry, I was panicking, searching for a way out but I was frozen, I couldn’t get myself to do anything. Tears rolled down as I begged anyone who could hear me for help, but no one did. My knees gave away and I sat down with my head pounding. It was unbearable, I was surrounded with mirrors, reflecting the worst sight of me.
This constricted space plastered with mirrors on all sides wallowed me to the depths of my scary vulnerability, it was the time back when I was a teenager. Depression of being rejected, anxiety of not being  good enough and sorrow of losing my grandmother was eating me up from the inside. I didn’t eat for days, no sleep, no food, just mere dejection. I found a blade and cut a scar on my cheek, my insanity knew no bounds and I looked into the mirror as a 16 year old, the horror was inexplicable. I screamed my lungs out and cried, after long therapy session I was finally happy. I had buried my fear and it was haunting me all over again. And the last words of my grandmother which helped me bury my fears rang in my ears “Live a life for the two of us, diamonds don’t fade to dust, they shine, they are unbreakable and so are you.”
I had almost convinced myself to punch the mirrors around me, reflecting the horrendous sight of me giving in to my fears. Victory was nowhere in sight for me. All I could see was my usual self: dejected, upset, hopeless. Have I been this way since years? Have I never looked at myself for four years? I grew curious about what my face had become. I brought my right arm in front of a mirror, while still sitting uncomfortably in the little space from where I couldn't see myself. It's almost depressing to say out loud that I have been horrified by my face. Anyway, well, my arm looked pretty well kept. I looked at my body up and down, simultaneously reminiscing the body-shaming that defined my adolescent years.

It felt like I was suddenly filled with light and warmth, but all there was to see was dark. I gave in to my impatience which dragged me through and sat me down in front of a mirror. The thing is: I had never seen anyone kinder. That's all I had ever wanted to be because people weren't kind to me. That day, I was standing in front of a mirror, with my chest strong, not kneeling down before my fear, looking like everything I have wanted to look like. And I wanted to crash down right there for hating this face and this body for years. Who ever does that? Who throws out the mirrors in their room? How I lived like this now seems blurry to me. Like I don't remember who I was before I looked at myself, pretty literally.
However, I didn't crash there. I didn't break down, for that wouldn't be kind to me. As I thought this out loud, the room lit up with a thousand lights, and I had never felt prouder of myself. The light showed me the way up, and as I climbed up the stairs through which I had fallen, I wondered what would be happening to each of my friends.