22 April 2012
You know those times when you look at your reflection, and see something move in the background. Those times when the hairs stand up on the back of your neck and you swear something moved in the background of the mirror. Well that's me.
I would tell you my name, but there's no point. I don't exist. Not really.
I walk from mirror to mirror. Behind the slightly ajar door of a man drying her hair. I walk to the edge of the mirror, feeling the slight spin and disorientation of moving from one mirror to the next. I believe that it is a scientific theory. Dimension shifting, I think they call it.
I can hardly even be bothered to glance at the next woman, I'm so immersed in my thoughts. I make my way to the edge of the mirror, but instead of the normal twinge I feel, theres a frightening pain.
I scream in a silenced voice, a thousand waves of agony attacking my every pore.
After what seems like an eternity, I reach a stage where I can see without the distorted vision of pain.
I open my eyes to see myself reflected in the mirror. The mirror that looks out onto a burning sunset. A beautiful pallet of colour, the finest artists work.
I'm so captivated by the view that I don't notice for a minute. Then I do.
I'm in the foreground. Impossible. I was imprisoned here to stay hidden, in the background. To never be seen or heard or known.
Then I look around the reflection. There's no one there. This can't be right, I must be dreaming. Only, I can't dream. This is wrong. I can't be in a reflection with no person in it, its not physically possible. But then again, I'm not a physical being. Not any more.
It's only then I catch sight of her, staring at me through a crack in the slightly ajar door.
The girl in the mirror.
The Girl In The Mirror - Chapter One • Opuss № I