Alisa's POV
Tears staining my cheeks as I stood Still staring at the shocked expressions on my parents faces. I had blurted out everything on my mind about their stupid idea to get me a therapist, I know I'm not normal but i didn't need a f*cking therapist to change my life .
I've been mute in school since grade 1,i stopped talking or stopped having friends since then. No one wanted to be my friend.My teachers had called my parents to do something about it series of times.
Not that I got bullied too often but anytime I get bullied, I come home crying. I've never been used to it.
Clutching the little plastic bag in my hand a little tighter containing my pet fish,bill and a small shovel I was going to use to bury him. Yes, Bill was dead already.
He was dead before I returned from school.I was on my way to bury him when i overheard them talking. Thinking of it made me sadder.I carefully dropped the bag close to my leg and stood straight. My tears drying up.
"I'm not going to see the therapist "i said firmly but with a shaky voice
" honey we just want the best for you "my mom said but i shook my head
" I'm not going to see her "i said again, my voice raising
"calm down Lisa"my dad said as he stood up and tried to come closer but i moved back. I knew they were able to calm me down to accept it but I wont let that happen.
" I don't need help " I said almost screaming" Please leave me alone "
My mum got up and walked to me. Placing her arms on my shoulder.
" honey I and your father - "
Oh no... No no no. I looked down at my bag containing bill and back to my dad. His mouth was open in shock as he looked down at his left foot right on top of Bill. He had stepped on it in an attempt to come closer.
I got out of my mom's hold, clearly pushing her hands off. Kneeling,I quickly opened the bag praying it wasn't bill that was really squashed.
Disappointed by the horror i was seeing before me. My poor fish.Even if he was dead his body didn't have to end up this way. I slowly stood up gathering all the rage in my body, i screamed loudly at dad.
"you killed him "I broke down in tears and mum came closer to hug me. Dad just stood there looking so so sorry. I felt horrible.Getting out of my mom's hold again, I raced up the stairs.
Slamming my door and bent down crying. Dad and mum came after me but I didn't let them in, they started to apologize or say somethings I didn't really hear or pay attention to. I just kept on sobbing.
After they were gone, i stood up from the spot i had been for almost fifteen minutes and walked slowly to the mirror.
I know I wasn't the fashionable or too pretty kind but i loved looking at myself in the mirror.sometimes i talk and ask myself questions.
I sighed as I saw my Reflection, my black hair was tied in a very messy bun, i couldn't even call it messy anymore cus nearly all my hair had girl off covering my face.
My eyes were red and wet from the crying. I was still in my cloths, a black long sweater and blue jeans. I wasn't pretty, the wierd girl at school, at least that was one of my names.
Not knowing what came over me. I lifted my right leg up. Hitting it on the mirror as hard as i could. The shattering sound of the mirror made me cover my ears immediately.
I looked down at the broken glass, thankfully i had retreated my leg to avoid cuts
In a matter of seconds, I heard sounds coming towards my room. Yup, my family to the rescue. I loved them alot and surprisingly i was happy now.
They banged on the door. Calling my name and asking if i was fine. I opened the door and smiled.
"its fine guys, its just the mirror"i told them and opened the door wide for them to see. My mom came in and threw her hands on me giving me a big hug.
"we don't want you hurt baby "she told me and i only nodded. Looking at my dad and brothers, Daniel and Steve. I smiled
" I forgive you dad"i told him. He gave me a big smile before joining in the hug
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It was Saturday and mum had promised to get me a new mirror. I got bored and decided to go skating.I got on a yellow sweat shirt.
I don't wear short sleeved clothes. I wore my canvas and left my room. On the way out i bumped into Steve.
"move yo"moving his big body aside, i looked at him faking a serious face.
He chuckled at me. Holding a cup filled with ice cream,he gently hit the plastic spoon he was using on my head.
"just adorable "he told me.
" where did you get that? "i asked him
" oh this? "holding it out" the kitchen... I think dad got it there "
I squealed, ice cream. Dropping my skate board and helmet on the floor i ran into the kitchen.
Scanning for the bucket, checked the fridge and there it was. Quickly grabbing a cup i took for myself a satisfying amount. Getting back to the living room i say dad and mum coming in.
"Dad"i called happily. He looked at the ice cream and then at Steve
"he's done it again"dad Said and mum asked what "couldn't keep a secret" we all laughed.
"we got you a new mirror "mum told me with it by her side.
" oh thanks alot mum "
YOU ARE READING
Reflection
Humor"who are you and how the hell are you in mirror" the girl asked almost yelling and looking as terrified as I was "what?" was all I managed to say Meet Alisa Jordan and Dana West, they could be miles apart but with the help of their little secret...
