Enraged Reflection: Putting the Pieces Back Together
With almost sick eyes she glared at me. Salty-water flew uncontrollably from her tear-ducts and down her cringed face. Her grim smile scarred my mind. Taking a step forward she doused the room with her anger and took it out on me.
"Its all your fault! He could have loved me! He said he loved me! How could you do this to me?!" she raised her fist, yet I dare not move. She ran towards me hand held high and fingers balled tightly, desperately crying as she sped faster. I shut my eyes.
I felt no pain, but I felt as if I was floating. A blast of wind blew at me from behind and called out my name in horrid screams of agony, my eyes sprang open and I turned around. The mirror behind me had shattered into a thousand pieces and the shards scattered hovering in the air; her clenched fist bled vigorously, and the warm redness dripped caressingly from her vanity.
"Its all your fault..." she whispered as she picked up the biggest piece of glass she found and held it to her neck.
In an instant time had frozen, the drops of blood cowered above the floor only inches away. Time had begun to rewind itself and the next thing I knew I was in my own room staring back and into her smiling face. She waved at me with her now unwounded hand and asked me to 'come in'. My eyes widened and I placed a hand upon them, what just happened? I thought to myself. I reached a hand up to the mirror still blinding myself with the other and to my surprise, the mirror was cold and smooth, my hand could not reach the other side but was pressed flat against its glimmering corpse. I removed my blindfold-like hand from my eyes and stared into the mirror. So far and deep in the distance behind my screaming reflection that banged on the mirror from the other side, there was a faint figure in her background. She cried and cried but there was no way I could help her as the figure grew closer to her all I could do is watch with my moist hands pressed against the mirror.
Her fists began to crack the glass and I helped by pushing back at full force... But she was disappearing slowly, and so was I... Within the blink of an eye we had switched places and I was now behind the mirror. The room was cold and covered in a heavy layer of dust and cobwebs. I only wished I knew what was going on and why this was happening. My hands were still pressed against the glass yet now my right hand was gushing out an endless amount of blood and my face felt dry from the feeling of what seemed to be tears that I did not cry. My reflection smiled happily as she leaned forward and kissed the glass where my screaming lips were, she placed her hands up to mine and left a gloss stain upon the glass. Taking a tube of unused lipstick from my dresser she began to write words on the mirror which I read perfectly " Enjoy the LIFE you've always wanted!" She dropped the lipstick and grinned devilishly at me. Turning away she took a jacket from the hook upon my door, put it on and waved goodbye to me closing the door behind her. I felt something cold against my skin as it embraced me I became part of a DEAD world.
Selfishness:
1. Devoted to or caring for only oneself; concerned primarily with one's own interest, benefits, welfare etc., regardless of others
2. Characterized by or manifesting concern or care only for oneself: selfish motives.
Imagination:
1. To form a mental Image of things not present to the sense; use the imagination.
2. To suppose; think; conjecture.
The Mirror Chronicles
Wow. Has this really ever happened to you? Well, without the whole mirror thing. Like, your such an amazing writer. =]
ReplyDelete<.< Well we all know who you are!
ReplyDeleteand yeah, the mirror chronicles were to defy things in my life.