In
the mirror a girl was holding something up to her head. She was deciding
whether or not she wanted to go through it. Yes, she had friends and her family
to think about, but she needed to think about herself. She started to think
about her life. She had loving parents who cared and friends that did. Was that
really enough for her to hide the pain that she was feeling? Or was she just
faking the emotions like she always had. She looked at the metal device
in her hand. "Is it really worth it?"
She studied the object more closely before she made her decision. In the
mirror you could see the bullet flying towards her head in slow motion. The
sound of gunshots rang out through the air in her home. Her mother and father
rushed into the room. They found their only daughter lying in a pool of her own
blood. The blood was gushing all about. All you could see in the mirror was
chaos in the room. Her parents screaming, taking out their cell phones, and
dialing 911 not knowing that it was almost too late.
---
In the
second mirror a boy was holding a bottle of sleeping pills and vodka next to
him. Thinking about all the past mistakes he made. No, he didn't have as many
friends as the girl, but he did have a couple. He looked out of his door to see
his father drinking a beer. He didn't have a mother and he wished he did.
Thinking back it was hard on his father and he had become a drunk. Sometimes
his father was also abusive towards him. He looked at the pills and vodka
sitting right next to him. "Is it really worth it?"
He
looked at his reflection and saw all the scars that were on his arms. Thinking
about all of the times he felt the knife on his skin. The knife leaving each
one of those scars on his arm. He looked at the vodka and pills next to him
thinking about what would happen. He took a whole bunch of the pills and
swallowed them down. After a few minutes he was throwing up and then eventually
he passed out. His father heard the thud and then walked into the room. He ran
to his son, crying, feeling sorry that he never got to bond with him. In the
mirror you could see his father dialing 911 not knowing that it was almost too
late.
---
"What a perfect outfit," the girl thought in her mind as she
remembered that today was going to be the day that she attracted the hottest
boy in school to her. She was tired of the boy that she was running with now.
She took a picture of herself in her outfit and sent it to her best friend.
"It looks so cute on you," her best friend said through text message.
The girl smiled at her response. She picked up her bag from her bed, she put on
the shoes to match, and she headed off to school. She met her best friend at
the school building.
"Good
morning, Bridget, don't you look cute as well," she said to her best
friend, Bridget.
"Haley, you look great as normal," Bridget said as she admired
her outfit although she had told her that through text a couple of minutes ago.
She looked at her best friend’s rocking body and wished she looked just as
perfect as her best friend. She and her
best friend were complete opposites. Bridget was more the sporty type and Haley
was more the girly girl.
Haley and Bridget entered the building as they normally had. Arm in arm
and all the boys were looking right at them. Haley walked right up to her
boyfriend of two months. She looked at him with disgust. She was tired of the
way he was treating her. "Justin, we have to have a little chat."
"After last night I believe we need to," Justin responded looking at
her straight in the eye. They got into a huge argument last night and she
didn't want to deal with the drama. Haley sighed as she looked him deep in the
eye.
"Justin, we’re done. I can't stand to be around you no more. You said it
yourself last night, but darling, you know you wanted it to end this way,"
Haley said as she kissed him on the lips. She was showing him what he was going
to be missing now that she was done with him. She winked at him, flipped her
hair, and walked away. Justin couldn't help, but notice how pretty she was. He
then realized that he made a huge mistake.
---
Peter
slowly rolled out of bed to see the sun shining in his face. He tried to close
his eyes again. He really didn’t want to get out of bed today. He needed to get
up for another torturous day of school. He didn't really have many close
friends, but he had one he guess he could consider close.
He walked to school with a small smile on his face. He was depressed, but
no one could see that. He didn't look at anyone as he entered the school. He
walked passed all of the cool kids on his way to class. One of them slammed him
into the wall when he accidentally bumped into him. "Watch where you’re
going, nerd!"
Peter
just pushed away from the cool kid and continued to walk down the hall. The boy
stopped him again, threw him to the ground, jumped on top of him, and started
punching him. Peter blocked his face and got ready for another beating that he
was going to suffer through. He felt someone pull the other boy off.
"Peter, are you alright?"
He
looked up to see his close friend, Steve, and another friend of his, Kellin,
coming to his rescue. As they normally had every time someone jumped him. Peter
got up from the floor, smiled, and Steve threw the boy to the side. All three
of them walked down the hall together.
"Peter, trouble always seems to follow you," Steve said.
"I know," Peter said.
"You just have to be more careful," Kellin said quietly. Peter
nodded and they continued down the hall.
---
Haley
walked towards the other popular kids. She looked at one of them in the eye, he
looked right back at her, and smiled a really wide smile. Bridget was trailing
behind Haley. She didn't want to be in the way. Sometimes Bridget thought that
Haley could do better without her, but Haley always reassured her that was
never true. Haley walked up to the most popular boy in school. Surprisingly he
was single. "Hey Chris, do you want to go out on a date Friday
night?"
"Sure, Haley, let's go somewhere fun," Chris said getting up
from where he sat. Haley blushed as he kissed her cheek. Something was telling
her that it was not a good idea to go on the date, but she couldn't stop
herself. She really liked Chris and felt he was more grown up than her ex. He was
starting to become a distant memory.
Bridget
gave Haley two thumbs up and walked down the hall without her best friend. She
was starting to feel that lonely pain in her chest again. She was again without
her best friend...when she really needed her.
Haley
and Chris held hands as they walked down the hall. She felt as if they were
really dating although they weren't. They were just going on a date Friday
night. Haley was blushing and Chris was smiling. They passed Justin in the hall
and he looked jealous, but Chris just winked at him. Justin winked back and
knew that Friday was still going to happen.
---
Peter was walking down the street when someone pushed him to the ground,
stepped on his head several times, and kicked him. Peter was used to this by
now. No one ever left him alone no matter how much he wanted to be. No one ever
listened to his screams except for Kellin and Steve.
Peter
just held his stomach in pain. Knowing it was the same kid he bumped into
before. He was just returning the favor to him from this morning. Peter knew
this very well. Peter knew that he was strong enough to defend himself, but he
didn't like to fight. Peter did have a calm nature to his personality.
"Leave me alone," Peter shouted out. The boy just kicked him
harder and blood came out of Peter's mouth. Peter started to cough. He couldn't
get up either it was too painful. Someone started walking by and Peter tried to
call out to them. They ignored him and walked away as fast as possible.
Peter
passed out from the pain in the middle of the sidewalk. No one rushed to help
him. Steve and Kellin were looking for him, but they couldn't find him. All
three of them always walked home together, but Peter said he had to go before
they did.
Peter awoke sometime later. He limped home and his father's truck
was in the driveway. Peter knew he was going to be in trouble unless his father
was too drunk to notice...which was quite often. When he entered the house his
father was passed out on the couch. Peter was safe for the night and went back
into his room. He did his homework and fell asleep. While sleeping he had
dreams of what it felt like to grow up with his mother. She would be the person
that would nurture and care for him.
---
Friday
rolled around pretty quickly. Haley was trying to find the perfect outfit for
the date. She settled on a mini skirt and tank with a nice over jacket. Bridget
had helped her pick it out. They were both excited because they both had a date
this weekend. Bridget was going out with the second most popular guy in school
named David.
"I'm so happy we’re both going on a date tonight," Haley said in an
excited tone. Bridget nodded in excitement. She had a chill run up her spine.
Haley noticed and hugged her. "Don't worry girl. You’ll be perfectly
fine."
"I know, but I'm not that popular. Why would David ask me out,"
Bridget asked feeling sad all over again. She was not as popular as Haley, but
because of association...she was popular.
"He thinks you’re cute. You are cute, Bridget. Don't get down on
yourself. Let's have fun tonight," Haley responded hugging her best
friend. They heard a knock on her door. Her mother entered and told them that
their dates have arrived. The girls looked really beautiful. The boys looked at
their dates wide eyes. "You both look incredible."
"Thank you," they said and smiled at the boys. At first it was
a double date, but then they split off. Chris took Haley back to his house. His
parents weren't home for the night. They kissed for a while until they backed
onto a bed. Chris was taking his clothes off. When he reached for Haley she
stopped him.
"Sorry Chris, I'm not that type of girl," she said as she sat
up. He grabbed her and pushed her back against the bed. She screamed a little
bit and he put her hand over her mouth. He climbed on top of her and started to
rape her. She screamed in pain and then he hit her over the head. When he was
sure she was passed out a couple of more guys including Justin came into the
room and took turns having sex with her unconscious body.
She awoke hours later to find herself outside and naked. She tried to
find something to cover herself with, but there was nothing. She called
Bridget, crying, confused, and didn't know what was going on. "Bridget,
please help me.”
"Where are you?" she asked. She looked around and found that she was
at the park. She told Bridget her location. She asked her to bring her
something to wear. When Bridget got there Haley got dressed and she cried into
her shoulder. David was standing there looking uncomfortable. He didn’t like
seeing women cry. He felt bad that he couldn’t do anything to help.
A week
later rumors started to circulate that Haley slept with fifteen people in the
last two weeks. The girls that she used to talk to stopped talking to her. She
still had Bridget although Haley was raped. She didn't willingly have sex.
Bridget was starting to not believe her either. She stopped talking to Haley
for a while. Haley started to get feel depressed and lonely. She started
cutting her thighs, but nowhere else. It got to the point where she wanted to
commit suicide...
---
Peter
entered his house the next afternoon. His father was waiting for him. He could
see the belt in his hand. Peter started to shake. He knew what was about to
happen to him. His father grabbed him by the wrist and punched him in the face.
Peter fell back against the wall. His father started hitting him with the belt.
Peter
cried as he went up to his room. His father came in a few seconds later and
punched him again. "Why did you come home today? I didn't want you to come
home. I didn't want to hurt you. You make me so angry I just want to keep
punching you. You killed your mother. You are a devil!"
Peter took that to the heart. He just could feel more and more
tears run down his face. He ran out of the house and ran to Steve's house.
Steve, Kellin, and Peter were going to the arcade today, but now Peter didn't
want to go. As soon as he knocked on the door Steve answered. Peter just ran
into the house. Steve grabbed him by the arm. Peter still couldn't stop crying.
"Peter, what's wrong?" Steve and Kellin asked right away.
"I killed my mother...I'm the devil," Peter said. Peter never
knew his mother...she died while giving birth. Peter’s father started to put
all the blame on Peter. Making sure Peter knew how much he suffered at the loss
of his wife. Steve and Kellin tried to tell him that his mother loved him or
she wouldn't have given birth to him.
Weeks went by and the pain started to get worse. It started to eat away at him.
Death seemed to be the only way out for him. He started cutting his arms.
Steven tried to stop him and Kellin did to, but they couldn't get him to. Peter
slashed at his arms every night. He prepared himself for a beating that would
never come. It got to the point where he wanted to commit suicide...
--
In the end the mirrors shatter.
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