Mirrors are great representation of who we are, they come in all sorts of forms. Some are big and tall, some are petite and short, some a beautifully decorated, and some can be extremely filthy. In the end, though, no matter what they appear on the outside, every single one of them can break. When they do, everything can change, whether that be permanent change or not, is up to life to decide.
A young woman named Josephine, who could be no more than 30, is a nice example. Her life was perfect, she had many amazing friends, who cherished her at all times. Her job was a simple dream come true, she worked and played with many animals at a shelter. She lived with her twin sister, Genna, in a small, pretty cottage in the lonely yet peaceful surroundings of the countryside. This may not seem so perfect to others, but she was quite happy with the life she had chosen.
Her hair waved downwards, like an ocean full of pure, golden riches. Her eyes gleamed a rich green, full of pure joy. The rest of her face was pretty average, a part from one last feature. Her smile. It never turned the opposite way, the curves always faced upwards, a true sign of her life. She continued to smile all of these years, until a gray, winter day of November 6th.
As soon as she received the call, she rang a taxi to collect her, and dashed towards the city. Her sister was involved in a car accident, and was unconscious in the single hospital at the edge of the city. When she finally arrived, she was forced to wait, despite constant protests.
Too much time had passed for her liking, and when the doctor finally came out and faced her, she looked up to him with hopeful eyes. His grim face explained it all. Before he could say anything, Josephine leaped upwards and barged into the room. There she saw her, lying cold on the hospital bed. The right side of her skull was cracked, and was even a little dented. A car window shard was pierced right through her chest, big enough to damage the heart, or perhaps destroy the blood circulation. Either way, she was gone.
Josephine neared at a snails pace, in shocking disbelief. He hand shakily reached out, touching the skin that was covered in smaller, glass shards.
"No..." She half whispered, half sobbed. Her knees shook to much for her to bear, and eventually, they gave out. She continued to cry in that exact spot for the rest of the day.
She wasn't surprised when they said she had to leave. She knew she wasn't the first person to lose someone in this hospital, and she knew she wouldn't be the last. Stepping out of the building she would now hate for the rest of her life, she started to walk. She wasn't heading for anywhere in particular.
She came across a puddle on the road, and stared down into it. She was really gone, just like that, and she never even got to say goodbye. She had lost other family members before, but this situation was much different. They did almost everything together, from sharing secrets, to playing games, the two of them were nearly inseparable. They knew every little detail about each other, the good and bad, and accepted everything regardless. They were like soulmates, maybe even closer than that. Now one of them had vanished, and the others life and been smashed into many, many pieces.
She pulled herself out of her thoughts when she realised she had started crying again. Giving a depressed sigh, she took one more glance towards the reflection of her sorrow, before turning away, and heading towards home.
That reflection still stared on.
Days had passed, and all contact of the outside world was cut off. She ignored all phone calls, emails, and even hand written letters. She kept all windows and doors firmly locked, so none of her closest friends who dared to visit could get in. She currently laid in her bed, eyes dazing away at the ceiling. She tried to do many of the tasks needing to be done, like the planning for the funereal, yet she was simply too exhausted.
A gurgling inside of her stomach alerted her that she need to eat. Hesitantly, she rose from the bed, feeling groggy. She stepped into a pair of pure white slippers, the feeling of the soft material curled around her toes. She headed downstairs, trying to avoid the mirror while heading towards the kitchen. Ever since the accident, she swore she started to see things, started to hear things. She hated mirrors now, because every time she passed one, in the corner in her eye, she could see dead, lifeless eyes glaring back at her.
That wasn't the only thing, either. At the night, when she tried to sleep, she could always hear a sound of breathing. This wasn't the ordinary breathing, either. This was a pained sound, one that struggled for air, gasping and sometimes coughing. It was enough to keep her on edge. Several times she had checked the whole house, just to find that noise, and every time, she found nothing. Nothing at all, like it wasn't existing.
The depths of her fridge showed little, she would have to go shopping soon, otherwise she would starve. Right now, that didn't seem such a bad idea. She grabbed a can of ham, and tiredly walked back upstairs. She forgot to actually open the can first.
Inside the room, she couldn't help but stare at the mirror hung up on the wall opposite of her. Sitting down on her bed, she sighed, and her empty hand rose up to brush back the hair falling over her face. She had been neglecting her needs these last few days. She promised herself she would take a shower tomorrow, just like every other night. She believed it was too late for one now, the time being one in the morning. She couldn't be bothered to eat, and was about to lay back down, but instead her eyes rose up to the mirror once more.
"I miss you." The words barely made it out, her voice croaking with deep sadness. How long would it be before she would get over all of this, if at all?
"Do you truly?" A weak voice replied, it sounded strangled, and bit inhuman. Josephine froze, her hand nearly dropping the can. She hadn't expected a response, there wasn't supposed to be a reply. She reacted without thinking, and with a slight scream to her throat, she threw the can towards the mirror, cracking it all over, some of the shards falling.
She shook madly, that wasn't right. The voice wasn't right, and neither was her reaction. A blinding mix of fear and regret burned inside her, she was going crazy, she needed to sleep.
Leaving the mess behind, she jumped into the blankets, covering herself as much as she possibly could, and finally fell into the sweet feeling of rest and sleep.
She didn't wake up in the same place. Her bed was missing, In fact, the feeling of soft cloth was not there at all. Instead, in It's place, was long, prickly grass. Gathering herself upwards, she discovered that she was outside. She felt the grass caressing her feet, and glancing downwards, she found that her outfit had changed. She wore nothing but a simple, short, black dress. It was laced around her waste, and had some thin straps, and nothing more. Her surroundings showed that she was outside, in the countryside. Her home was no where to be seen, however, a small, concrete building, stood behind her.
It was a strange place for it to be, considering nothing else could be seen in sight, a part from the dark sky. Perhaps someone inside there could explain something, or she may find a way home. If she gave it a second though, she may of realised that it could be very dangerous, but she didn't care right now.
She started stepping towards the strange building, and she heard it.
"We are fragile."
She whipped around, seeing nothing. This voice was a whisper, very quiet, almost unhearable, and disturbingly sounded a lot like her sister. Glancing around, she continued towards her destination.
"We all break."
There it was again, this time on the left side of her. She looked, and walked once more.
"We all shatter."
"We all fall."
"We all gasp." Whisper in the right.
"We all cry." Whisper in the left.
"We all shiver." Nearly there.
She reached the door, scratch marks covered it, marks going so deep, she could almost see through it. Her hand reached for the handle, yet before she could, she heard the last word of the voice, this wasn't a whisper.
"-Die!" A screech shot through her mind, the door slamming open, the inside of the building completely dark. She flinched and looked around once more, this was too strange.
Facing back towards the opening, she peered inside. She gulped lightly, and took a few steps inside. She attempted to find a light switch, and found none. During her search, she didn't notice the door creaking and closing, firmly locking itself.
"Look deep within yourself." The sudden statement was followed by a flash of light, the room was suddenly brightened, and everything became clear. Mirrors covered the walls around her, the only thing that wasn't a mirror, was the door.
"Over here." Like an instinct of an animal, she turned towards the voice, the only thing she saw was herself.
"No, not there. Here." She followed the voice with her head. The whisper was hypnotizing, making her do things before she even though about them.
"Wrong, I'm not there." Soon, she found herself turning in circles, trying to pinpoint the exact location of this sound.
"I'm inside." She didn't hear this one with her ears, she instead heard it within her own mind, her own heart. She flicked her head upwards, as she noticed something happening in the mirror before her.The mirrors surrounding her lost there reflection, showing nothing but darkness. The room dimmed because of this, the only light source came from the mirror in front of her, despite mirrors not creating light.
The reflection changed, the dress turning from a midnight black, to a pure white, small splashes of crimson blood also appearing. The right side of the reflections skull disintegrated into dust, and eventually vanishing. Blood trickled down from the opening, falling down like a teardrop. A huge wound started to form in the chest, growing deeper in colour in the center. The eyes darkened, the pupils disappearing, looking so very cold. The skin was pale, too pale, and could rival snow. That reminded her, why was there no snow outside?
Her thoughts paused as the reflections face stared on, unblinking, and body unmoving. The scariest part being the frown that seemed to almost go past the chin.
"...Do you truly miss me, or do you miss yourself?" The voice of her sister reached her ears, her face turning into one of fear, and stuttering.
"Wha-Of course! I...I do!" She replied, and nothing more than a few second passed before the reflection screamed.
"LIAR!" All of the mirrors shattered, the scream was so high pitched that Josephine tried to both cover her ears and cover her head at the same time. The shards scattered, some of them scratching her, creating small cuts with droplets of blood, some of the pieces even stayed.
She rose with such a hesitance, terrified to unknown levels. She had no time to react when she heard a smashing on the ceiling. Time slowed down as a huge, ripping pain entered her stomach. Her mouth opened to make a pained cry, but nothing came out. Looking downwards, she spotted the problem. A glass shard, about the size of her arm, had punctured her stomach. It was difficult to see, yet still, blood was oozing out of her quickly.
As she toppled backwards, she glanced up. The mirrors reached the ceiling as well as the walls, the remaining pieces fell downwards. None of them hitting her, instead they all smashed and shattered beside her. Time was going so slow, that she could see the process of cracks turning into smaller pieces of each shard. She could see them fly by, some of them scratching her even more.
This one particular shard glided above her left eye, it showed the reflection of the face of her now deformed sister.
"We are all the same. We all do the same things. We are born..."
She hit the floor, the shard breaking inside her, and her eyes begging to close.
"...And we die."
The darkness overtook her vision, and she felt herself falling. She continued to fall, and died.
Her friends were the ones who found her body, lying in front of the broken mirror, with the wound deep inside her. The funereal held both of the sisters together, and together, they were also buried. I found it very lovely, the way they all mourned for the pair of us. Did you enjoy it, Josephine?
"I did, Genna. After all...
...We are all the same."