Of Mirrored Surfaces and The Monsters Beneath Them : One Shot

Beneath the perfect façade she has carefully woven over the years, lies the real her, that is agonized by monsters with every move she makes. The one that she locks in the mirror with her tormentors when the sun sets, only letting her broken self escape to safety when the darkness is quashed by the first rays of light. But what happens when the darkness becomes increasingly longer and the sunlight shorter? On those days when the sun doesn't rise, she follows the assertive voice of the darkness and loses herself along the way.

Or, my experience with depression in words.

Trigger Warning : Depression, Implied Self Harm, Non-Graphic Descriptions of Violence