The path of a Proxy

Chapter One

     The man sighed as he ran his razor down the last unshaven strip of his face, redefining his left sideburn that went down to his jawline. He placed his razor back on the countertop, turning on the sink afterwards. He brought his hands underneath the stream of water coming from the metal tap, it quickly filling the mans cupped hands. With an emotionless sigh he gently splashed the water on his face, washing off any remains of shaving cream.

   The man turned off the running water, looking up in the mirror to see his reflection. He felt the slightest bit better for the fact that he was clean shaven, a feeling that he hadn't felt in weeks.

    He had let himself go for about a month from what he could remember. Letting his dark brown, almost black, hair grow out slightly. His hair that was always parted to the left particularly over his right eye, his hair now longer at the back. He hadn't touched his razor in weeks, his facial hair grown out. His dark brown eyes were ringed and surrounded with darkness, looking as if he hadn't slept in days. His skin looked pale, an unhealthy pale. However, the thing that confirmed the mans suffering was the lack of emotion on his face. His facial expression reflecting of one who had lost everything, one who had been dead on the inside.

    The mans name was Timothy, Timothy Wright. However he went by the short form of his name, preferring to be called Tim. And weeks before, Tim, had lost everything...

   He sighed at the sight of his reflection, bowing his head as he held the ends of the bathroom countertop.

"You'll be fine Tim...you'll be fine...Everything will be alright...Everything is fine..." He muttered to himself as he kept his head bowed.

    The thing was, Tim was telling himself that, telling himself to be comforted. For the fact that deep down inside, he knew everything would not be fine.

   Weeks before, the man had lost everything. His home, his friends, his sanity, and his will to live...

    Tim looked up at the mirror, his heart nearly stopping when he saw his reflection. His face in the mirror was white with black lips and curved eyebrows, those big black lifeless eyes. It...it was that disturbing emotionless mask, the mask he dreaded.

   However, his shocked expression soon turned into an anger filled one, balling his hands up into fist.

"No...No...NO!! Stop!! Get out of my fucking life!!!" Tim hollowed out and without hesitation drove his fist straight into the mirror.

  He drew his fist back, the mirror now cracked, as few pieces of shattered glass fell onto the countertop. He looked down as his now cut knuckles, blood gushing out from each gash. He hissed in pain as he turned the tap back on, letting the stream of water wash out the cuts, the white sink now being filled with blood stained water as it flowed down the drain. He turned off the tap, a few drops of water dripping from the tap.

Drip drip drip

  He let out a wheezy sigh, gripping his head with his now slightly blood stained hands.

Drip drip drip

  "No Tim...Tim, you need to stay strong...This is what it wants...Stay together, don't give into it...You're better than this, it's what it wants...It's always watching, it knows everything...Don't let it know that you're here, keep yourself together Tim..." He stammered to himself quickly yet quietly, sounding like a complete mad man.