Reflections

        I stared at my reflection in the mirror, clenching my fists over and over while taking deep breaths. They say the reflection you see in the mirror isn't actually what you look like. The reflection supposedly throws off the angles and distorts the image just enough so that it still resembles you but it isn't actually what you look like.

            In the Dominion the one thing that I thought I could count on was me. Vasia. Not Calissa, not Uriah, not anybody else but me. When I got up every morning I thought that the one thing I could count on for being true was the reflection that I saw in the mirror. But that wasn't even me. The person staring back at me angrily with clenched fists, wild hair, and wide eyes was a total stranger. I had thought she was me, but now I didn't know who I was at all. Being here had changed everything.

            Seeing my face, no, her face change with the roller coaster of emotions that I was feeling was too much. I pulled my fist back and slammed it into the mirror.

            But nothing happened.

            I punched the mirror again and again but nothing happened. All I wanted to do was get rid of the stranger staring back at me, but of course this place would have shatter proof glass. God forbid someone would harm themselves. I couldn't even rip the thing off of the wall because the glass was inlaid into the wall.

            Spinning on my heel I stormed out of the bathroom, seeing my face reflected in almost every surface that was in the loft. I couldn't get away from it. Everything in this place was reflective, even outside. Everywhere, you were surrounded by your reflection as well as everyone else's. It was like an optical illusion. How could you tell who was who? I think it was the Dominion's way of showing everyone how perfect everything is. But it just showed me how twisted and wrong everything is.

            I grabbed a wooden chair and pulled it back to the bathroom. Hefting it over my shoulder, I started slamming it into the mirror again and again. Of course the mirror didn't shatter, but I still kept going. I don't know how long I stood there, but eventually my breathing got heavier and my skin was slick with sweat. I didn't even put a crack in the wood of the chair. Was nothing destructible in this place?     

            In frustration I threw the chair out of the bathroom and stormed out again. I just wanted to break something, to take out my anger with some form of aggression. But I couldn't even do that here. I let out a ravaged scream and slid to the floor, a few hot tears leaking out of the corners of my eyes.

            Everything was controlled by the Dominion. And it was driving me crazy. The worst part is that I don't even know if these emotions I'm feeling right now are my own. My whole life I had been an experiment for them to study, how did I know what I had done of my own accord or what had been controlled by the government? I couldn't trust myself, how could I when some scientist could make me do something with the click of a button, or anyone else. Everyone was out to get something, no matter what it took. And if you thought you were working with someone and could trust them, they would stab you right in the back with a smug grin on their face. Everything was just a big game to these people, and they used every piece of information they could to 'build the new world'. Even if it meant manipulating people physically, and mentally.

            There was only one thing I knew for sure. Now that I can't even trust my own reflection, it is the one thing that I can hold onto for sure. In this world of deadly mind games, you can't trust anyone. Least of all yourself.