Crestfallen

the girl in the mirror pt. 2

the girl in the mirror | part 2

i'm not her.

i'm not her.

i'm not her.

i'm not her.

i'm not her.

i keep on repeating this in my head like a mantra while still staring at the distorted image of the girl in the mirror for what it feels like a very long time.

when she told me that i am her and she is me, i used every bit of strength left in me to hit her that i have forgotten that we are separated by this glass.

but i didn't care.

i wanted to shout at her again but for some reason, i can't. so i chose to try to hurt her instead.

i made cracks on the mirror when i hit it hard with my right hand.

my hand started bleeding...

but

i didn't feel pain.

i'm numb.

and it's all because of the girl in the mirror.

i noticed that she is trying to say something so i stepped closer.

she did too.

❝i am you. you are me.
why don't you try to remember so that i can be free?❞

(to be continued)