That day was a stepping stone. Something that would haunt me for the rest of my everlasting life. Now, if your a psychopath, that can earn a laugh! Much like everyone around me smiled, as I fell to my demise. ‘Why didn’t they say anything?’ The truth is, I don’t even know where to begin anymore. It feels less like a story, and more like a nightmare. And, perhaps, maybe it is. Everyday, I beg myself to wake up… But I never do.
It had all started on a chill saturday morning. I’d just finished doing the laundry and started folding in my room. The sweet aroma of campfires from lit candles swarmed my nose. I started humming. A tune I’ve since forgotten.
“What are you doing?” My mother yelled, entering without knocking. You’d think I was old enough for privacy being 16 and all. But I was wrong. Much like most things in my life, I could never just say no.
“Looking for narnia.” I say sarcastically, folding my favorite pair of jeans. They were slick, unlike my jokes.
I remember the long mirror that was in the corner of my room. The way it would taunt me, sitting there, unmoving. It liked to toy with me. Of course, I didn’t know the truly horrific events that would take place that day. And even if I did, it wouldn’t have changed anything.
“Hilarious.” She tossed the phone from her hand on the bed. My phone. “You left this on the kitchen table. I told you to be more responsible! What if that cat jumped up?!”
“Mr. Whiskers wouldn’t hurt a fly.” I smile.
“Oh yeah? You have enough money to afford these jokes?” She asked rhetorically. I guess she had gotten me there. I was broke, and now I’m broken. See? Things never change, they just go full circle. The sooner you learn life sucks the better.
“Alright, alright.” I look over to the mirror in the corner, when suddenly my reflections head jolts sideways. I hadn’t moved at all… Had I??
“Oh my god.” I gasped, dropping my feathered socks.
My mother piped in curiously. “What?”
I looked away and then back and my reflection was completely normal. There was no threat so being stupid I brushed it off.
“I forgot some homework I had to do.” I laughed, finishing folding the last shirt.
My mom leaves as I put my clothes in the drawers and walk over to the mirror.
I moved my hand up and down, waiting for something strange to happen. Finally, I play it up to hallucinations and what not.
I go by the rest of my day. Cleaning my room, playing with my phone, watching netflix. And by now it’s become dark outside. What a perfect concoction of fear. It was clever. The setting of my predicament. No one would hear me scream.
I sit up on my bed when I see something move in the corner of my eye. I look over to the mirror. Although pink wallpaper lined the walls around my room; it didn’t seem very friendly.
I stood up, barely breathing, walking to the wide mirror. You could say I was scared. Or you could say I was terrified. Both are correct as I creeped over to the reflective surface.
I waved in front of it, gritting my teeth. I could see my stringy blonde hair and callous blue eyes. For a moment, nothing happened. The reflection didn’t move at all, until I put my hand down, then it waved back…
I screeched, my knees wanting to collapse. Fear had swallowed me whole, and it wasn’t releasing me anytime soon. I was sure of it.
“You know… Screaming at a friend isn’t very nice.” The reflection spoke, grinning stupidly. I could hardly believe my eyes. “Didn’t your mother teach you manners?”
Oh my mother taught me manners alright. BUT SHE DIDN’T TEACH ME THAT FREAKING REFLECTIONS COULD SPEAK. I remember thoughts racing through my head, looking for a way out of this… Nightmare. But I never did.
“You must be shocked.” Her voice was in a very mocking tone. The way she put her hand on her hips, scrunching her nose. It was as if she enjoyed this. This game of insanity. And thinking back, I think this was to lure me into her devious plan. “I’m sure you’ve known today’s a blood moon.”
“I…” Words struggled to break loose out of my mouth. I was searching for something to say, something meaningful. “How did you get in my room?” What an idiot.
She giggled, laughing hysterically. “I’m your reflection dummy. And I steal souls every blood moon.” She stopped laughing, her voice suddenly serious. “And you’re my next victim.”
“Who are you?” I don’t remember why I didn’t run. Why I decided to stay, talking to my own stupid reflection. I guess I led myself to this life, stupidly waiting for a bad ending. I should’ve broke the mirror. Something, anything… I know it would’ve just been a dead end, but I still feel frustrated. Even after all these years…
“Allow me to explain your predicament.” She hushed me, smirking. “2 years ago. On the last blood moon.... Your mother made me a deal.”
My heart dropped; I didn’t want to hear the rest of those words…
But she continued anyways. “She told me if I didn’t steal her body, next blood moon, I’d have the soul of her first born.”
No more weird and psycho conversations occurred as my reflection reached out of the mirror pulling me in, and pulling herself out.
I remember the stare she gave me as she left the room…
Now I sit here everyday as a puppet, strings dictating my every moment. I don’t have the strength to steal someone's body, so I sit here. Knowing everyday's the same. There are no words exchanged. Nothing. It’s all a dead end.
But my body’s getting older, and soon my physical body will die. And I’ll just be a soul wandering around a black screen. With no pigments of color.
A new family moved in recently and I took the form as a young girl. Crying in the bitter night. I'd since abandoned humanity as I made a deal with the mother. Turns out people aren't as selfless as I once thought.
I told you. Things never change, they just go full circle.