Untold Truths

Girl by the Mirror

I've never been a fan of looking at the glass in which I see my face. I'm not ugly.. not to other people. When I was little as I looked at the mirror I saw a kid filled with dreams and a future. Now as I turn my head to do my short hair I see a kid. Yet I know this kid just can't be me. It seems as if her eyes were glass and lifeless, her arms had scars and were irritated. "No," is all I can tell myself as I do my short hair. She had claw marks at the back of her hand. It looked as if she had put the darkest shade of make-up under her eyes, above her cheek bones. Her smile was faker than silicon breasts. This girl can't be me. Her sleeves were dripping in blood and her eyes in tears. I pulled down my sleeve to prove my arms were clean...but...My arms were covered in cuts and stitches. I look up at the girl in the mirror and touched my face. My face soaked in tears. I let out a quiet laugh.
"Ha...it is me.." I whisper to myself. I looked around and left the room away from the mirror. "Where are you going?" I kept running down the hallway as I heard the voice. "I don't run anymore like you. I don't have time to live anymore. Join me. Make me feel special again." I stopped at my tracks and looked down. I know that sad, dry, voice. I turned around slowly to see myself with a rope tied around my neck. "I have one for you too. Will you join me to a better place? You won't have to worry for not being able to be there for your friends, as we can watch them from above." I couldn't believe I was even considering her offer. I walked to her slowly. "You will..? You aren't like the others you know? Others are afraid. You are not afraid of me." Why would I be afraid of myself..? She is only trying to help me, correct..? I was finally in front of her. "Thank you for joining me. You really do know the feeling. You really do understand me." I took the rope from her hand. "Close your eyes.." I whispered to her. She closed her eyes without hesitation. "You aren't me are you..?" I asked. She shook her head and she seem to turn into someone else, still not opening her eyes. I smiled to see that she trusted me. I undid the knot that kept the rope tight around her neck. "What is your name?" I asked as I took off the rope and threw it to the floor. "My name..? My name is Suicide..not a lot of people trust me like you do." She answered slightly smiling. I smiled and gave her a hug. "I like your name. Suicide..why do you want to die..?" I asked while I backed up from the hug. "People are afraid of me..and I somehow kill those who aren't."
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-Aletophobia