She has gotten used to not seeing herself in the mirror.
Whatever the thing is, it’s not her reflection. It has eyes, but not her eyes. And they watch her, and judge her.
It moves when she moves, not because it is her reflection, but because it mocks her. It laughs when she tries to get cute, because it knows she never will be.
She has tried to kill it. She has stabbed it, burned it, kicked it, mutilated it. Every time, it is only the mirror that is broken, and it comes back. Every time, the mirror protects it.
It moves when she moves. Whatever it sees of her, it copies.
It is no surprise when neighbors find her dead in her bathroom, bloody razor in hand, neck cut open.
It stands in the mirror and smiles as they drag her away. It moved when she moved, not because it is her reflection, but because it was mocking her.
Did she really think it would fall for something so foolish?
This one’s a short one, and pure writing, no solo roleplay involved at all! The weather has gotten very nice over here and I’m on spring break, so I’ve been in the mood to just do things—including writing again! It’s been super fun; I miss doing weird fiction type stuff. I also wrote this right after watching Jacksepticeye play BrokenLore: Low, so I guess you can consider that inspiration for this!
Also, by the time this is posted, it will be my sister’s birthday! I turn off comments to prevent spam, but go ahead and say “Happy birthday!” to the air anyway! It will take some time, but the wind will take the words to her eventually, and we could all use some extra smiles 🙂