Stacie Hawkins, a 15 year old young girl develops and extremely intense fear for mirrors.
Her friends at school scare her with the "Mirror Man" story.
Everyone in school made fun of her genuine fear. Even her parents didn't believe her and thought that she needed psychological help.
The mirrors in her house sat there from the very beginning and besides the passing paranoia of something in their reflection, a feeling common in mirrors, there was nothing to care about. But then, she started to have the dreams, dreams that haunted her. Dreams about creatures creeping out of mirrors that bedevilled her for life.
It wasn't just a figment of her imagination or any hallucination but, it was an irrational fear, a fear that may cause her to die, a parasitic fear of mirrors, a catoptrophobia.
Excerpt:
My dad was hanging with a cable tied around his neck. It was connected somewhere in the bedroom and he was outside the window. As he spun, I saw another note. It was nailed to his heart. Ten people I didn't even know were strung up in different ways all around the room. Some by their necks, others by their toes. Some even by their hair. All had their eyes dug out and open gaping mouths. All were hanging about a foot above my height. I was crying but I got back up. I was determined to destroy this mad girl. As I walked to the stairs, staring at all the bodies, I heard a sound like something was dropped down the stairs. It was a blood covered arm. I heard the sound again, this time it was a leg. Then an arm, then a leg and then finally, a head.
It was my mom's head.
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[BWWM]
I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart.
My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss.
The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place.
In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded.
I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me.
I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living.
I had hit rock bottom.
The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone.
Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness.
She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline.
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● Warnings ⚠️
~ Mention of suicide
~ Anxiety attacks
~ Rape attempt
~ Mention of self-harm
~ Depression