Mirror Reflection

Someone is looking back at me in the mirror, that person isn’t me. They are a being unto themselves. She looks like me, but She isn’t quite me.

She has been following me in the mirror for five years now, ever since I lost my way in life, things changed then, I changed the direction was going after I lost everything. That’s when She started following me. Every reflection I see it isn’t myself looking back. It is Her.

I fear what would happen if She got through, I fear for my life, for what She would do with me.

When I am alone, She continually snarls and claws at the mirror, trying to break Her way through. But when there are others around She hides Her true nature, She appears as me, mimicking my movements, not letting anyone suspect Her true nature.

After they are gone She reverts to Her true form, Her eyes darken, her features elongate contorting my features to reveal a horrible darkness in her mouth. She snarls, bangs on the glass, claws at the frame and tries to get out.

She follows me everywhere, every reflective surface, every glass surface, every pool of water. She is there, silently snarling, the hatred oozes out of every pour, I can feel it radiating through the surface of the mirror.

I can’t take this much longer, It is time to confront her.

Walking through the darkness of the hall I approach the old ornate full-length mirror that has been covered up since she first revealed herself.

Pulling the sheet off, I see her standing there, snarling as always. I hold my ground, trying not to flinch.

She looks me up and down, surveying my body. Her eyes come to rest on my midriff her eyes widen seeing the bump that is there, sensing the life growing inside of me.

I wrap my arms around it instinctively, protecting my unborn child from Her.

She hasn’t seen this before, I’ve kept it hidden from her, making sure she couldn’t see the changes in me.

She flies into a rage, throwing herself at the surface of the mirror, screaming and clawing at the glass, determined to get through.

When will this end?

When will she learn?

When will she realise that I am never going back?

This life is mine now.

 

 

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