Dark Mirror

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Chapter 21 (v.1) - Parasite

Submitted: February 10, 2019

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21. Parasite.

He laughs long and loud this time, relishing my reaction to the total ugliness in front of me, beside me, behind me. I don’t know what happens but suddenly there are no individuals at all, just mounds of flesh, undulating in a gelatinous heap.

It makes me think of chunks of fat, melting just enough to become semi-liquid. Inside my head I can hear the squelching sound as it slips and slides around. I can’t help it; this time the vomit will not be swallowed but forces its way up my throat to spatter one of the mirrors.

The laughter stops. He....it...is unimpressed by my insolence, my lack of respect to what ever kind of warped temple I have found myself in.

It’s interesting to me quite how repugnant you find your reflection to be. Has nobody ever complimented you? You should have been adored by someone, but it seems that no one has managed to make you feel good about yourself at all. Instead, all that seems to have been instilled in you is a deep feeling of shame.”

He’s right. He has made his way right inside my head and is reading me like an open book. I don’t want him inside my mind, digging away wherever he pleases. I want him out....RIGHT NOW!

Ah, I sense you might have some secrets buried in here. If I dig around enough I will uncover them, you know.”

Get.....out!” I am seething, speaking through gritted teeth.

He laughs once more but at least he has vacated my mind. The problem is that I don’t know quite what he found while he was prodding and probing around.

Relationships are such toxic things. I really cannot understand the human need to form a....bond with another.”

Okay, from the image in front of me I see that he has been raiding my memories. There’s me, about five years younger, and there’s Pete, long-term boyfriend, big-time loser and one hell of a mistake. He was very much responsible for the extent of the mess I am these days. I can’t blame him completely, I’ve always been a mess; he just did every thing in his power to make me feel even worse.

Which of you was the parasite, I wonder?”

It’s a question that needs an answer but I pause to think. It does not do to speak to rashly here.

You were scared, isn’t that the truth? You felt that you would be incapable of surviving alone so went looking for someone to support you. Unfortunately, he was doing the very same thing. See!”

We are still reflected there, but now I am becoming covered by leeches and Pete is being irritated by ticks. The parasitical bodies begin to fill, to grow. Starting small, it takes such a short time for them to expand, such is the rate that they are feeding on us.

We’d both been riddled by insecurities. I could not deny that. He clung to me, so much so that I felt that I was suffocating and yet I clung to him too. I did not want to be alone, unloved, although by that time love did not enter the equation that was our relationship. It was need, it was hunger, it was such a deep dependency that it had no choice but to morph into something very different.

We ended up hating each other, devouring each other’s personalities, any trace of self-confidence, chewing it up and spitting it out.

Ah, just look at that toxic sludge.”

The voice brings me back from my memories to return to the mirror. The parasites have increased in both amount and size it is now hard to make out just who they are feeding on.

They gorge themselves, expanding as they take in more and more blood until they burst open and fall to the ground, adding to the toxic pool in which we both are standing.

By the time they have finished feeding there will be nothing left.


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