25 November 2012
He walks past me, oblivious to my screams. I pound on the glass, calling out and hoping he'll hear me. He's the most recent tenant in the apartment. Every time they begin to hear the pounding and my shouts, they leave. Then another tenant comes, always a young and handsome man who after awhile I begin to fall for, and the cycle repeats again. It's endless and vicious and it's an unfair punishment from God. I have been in the mirror that sits over the doorway for about 49 years. I woke up one day, cold and full of memories that one shouldn't be burdened with. A single card with a joker lay in my hand. I flipped it over and the card bore, written in a silvery script, my instructions. I was to make a tenant notice me. Make him love me. Then I would be free. However they all left before they gave me a second glance. I just wanted my happy ending. I wanted my princess moment. But I seemed destined to have hell be my only ending. I stop pounding and slide down. Pressing my forehead against the glass, tears begin to well and I shudder violently. I can't do it anymore. The sobs break out and I hit the glass, my knuckles splitting. A shocked shout sounds below me and I peek out of the mirror. The tenant is sprawled on his polished wood floor and...and is staring at me. I sit up and I press against the glass. He stands, looking slightly confused, and places his hands gently where mine are. His gaze softens and I begin to have hope after 49 years. I search his eyes and he does the same. I gently replace my hands over his and whisper the words I've been saying since I woke.
Save me.
Save Me • Opuss № I