Soul Gaze

Fading Hope

When did her reflection become her? Standing there completely still, she looked into the mirror. When did looking into the mirror become something more?

The things she used to love turned into this she simply used to do. And as hard as she tried, she just could not enjoy those things anymore.

She remember how she loved the paintings down in city hall, she remember admiring them. She remembered how she used to take tours around the city and, dancing in her studio with all her friends...

Then she remembered her more recent visits. The art now looked dull and void. No longer could she see bright and beautiful colours, now all she could see were colours that had long ago faded.

Just getting up in the morning was hard enough, so tours were out of question. Besides, what were they worth anyways, she had already seen it all. And she had not enjoyed the feel of the bitter, cold air of the city at all.

She was shunned by everyone. She could no longer show her face in the studio. All her friends had disowned her. Treating her no better than the dirt under their shoes. But she was used to that by now. After all that is how everyone and everything had been after the news.

She took a look at the figure in the mirror. The multiply bruises surrounded her thin pale neck. Most were from the multiple attempts to taking her own life. She averted her eyes, afraid to see more.

She once again she took a glance at the figure in the mirror. The figures skin looked ghastly and pale. The scars across its skin, marred what once was pure and innocent. The blotchy eyes staring back at her looked empty, with bags under its eyes which made it seem older beyond its age.

There she stood, staring, at the figure in the mirror. Slowly she raised her hand, the figure mirrored her actions. She then reached out towards the mirror, as her skin touched the cold smooth surface the figures did the same.

Then she realized that she had faded... She had become the figure in the mirror. She could no longer distinguish the difference in the two. The lines had blurred, now she saw that she and the figure, were one in the same.

No longer could she see herself, now all she saw was a shell, a vessel that had resorted to nothing. She wanted to feel nothing after the incident, so she didn't. And look where it had gotten her.

She looked down at her now open and bruised wrists, bleeding from the long cut that reached all the way to her forearm. She looked at her other wrist to see that it was the same.

She just stood there, looking, staring at the figure across from her, waiting for the darkness to take her. Spots of black started to cover her vision.

She felt weightless. Slowly she hear the noise when she fell to the floor. She waited for the feeling of the impact but it never came. She felt her eye lids close, unable to keep themselves open any longer. She felt herself slip away.

Slowly a smile graced her lips, as she truly and completely faded away. The ylast thing she heard was a child's voice, so innocent and pure call her name...

Hope.
Society has killed hope.
Hope is lost.