Notes Of A Beating Heart

He touched the mirror. His fingers left prints on the old glass. And there they were again. The images of his worst nightmare. There was a little boy. He was crying, hiding his face in his hands. The mirror laughed at him, as he started sobbing. What could he do? What could he do to end this burning pain in his heart? He lifted his arm, unvealing two beautiful eyes. They were blue and filled with tears. Then the boy did the thing he had always wanted to do. He hitted the mirror with his bare hands. It broke in a million pieces, piercing his skin. He took one of them and stabbed himself. Right in the heart. The blood flew over his body, painting his golden curls red. His heart beated or one last time. Then the little boy said goodbye to the world and left. Echo looked in the mirror. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. His eyes were red, the colour of blood. No more yellow, no more peace. How could this happen? Was this caused by the old house? Those images in his head. The haunted him, they were burned in his soul. He saw them when he closed his eyes. He saw them when he opened his eyes. He had no choice.