A Skewed Perspective

A Skewed Perspective

A Chapter by Aekmy

There was no bright light. I just fell asleep, and woke up in Hell.

I stared into the mirror, watched the girl's body in the reflection mimic me. She was a good at pretending. In so much pain, she even smiled for me. I snickered. She felt the same way. Expressions of guilt, fame, wisdom, and sadness cross her face. Happiness never lit up her eyes, or glowed in her high cheek bones. Because I was looking at her so closely, she stood closer to herself. Her feet pointed inward. The twinkle in her eyes disappeared. I reached out to her, tried to console her. All I thought of doing was touching that bony shoulder of hers, but she flinched. Her whole body recoiled from me. My first reaction was anger, but after I pondered her bizarre movement, I realized it wasn't so odd after all. Questioning myself, I learned I would have done similarly. Simultaneously, we apologized, and a false smile flashed. She was saying thank you. I looked around her and noticed the cabinets and messy floor. We were very much the same; our bathrooms were a wreck. 

Turning around, I noticed the razor blade laying on the counter. I imagined the pretty white floor turned blood red, being stained with my memory. With one last glance at her false smile, I stabbed my wrist. The sudden pain brought me to my knees, and a strange sound to my lips. Gasping, I looked in the mirror. On the ground, twitching, was a girl. Her pale, bony body bled from one point. As she made incisions else where, a dark red puddle engulfed her, outlined her figure. My eyes fought to stay open. The world was spinning and the girl in the mirror was tumbling against the walls as her room spun, too. Our worlds must have been colliding. Loud pounding shook the door. Shaking, I stood. Looking in the mirror, I screamed. 
"Am I good enough for you now? Do I look trashy enough? I'm dying! Do you care?" My throat scratched, cutting me off. My knees buckled, sending me face first into the mirror. Smearing blood on the glass, I slid to the bottom.
"F**k you," I whispered.


© 2010 Aekmy


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