Reflection in Melancholy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

"who are you?" he asked the boy in the mirror as the boy in the mirror shrugs it off.

he hated the boy as much as he hated himself, he hated him as much as he hated his family, he hated him as much as he hated the people he came across with.

"who are you?" he questioned to him again as he lies upon his bed he values the most. he asked the question every day as he came home from a stress filled world, the night is young when it's quiet and the night is over when it's noisy, he muttered to himself.

"why must you keep standing there as i lie here?" he frivolously asked a question while trying to crack a fake smile, the boy in the mirror shrugs it off as he was smiling rather happily.

the night went away as a calming song was heard from outside the house of the boy's room as he was lazily dozing off after a night of melancholy.

"why must you keep following me as i go off to work?" he questioned a fleeted image of the boy that was only once inside a mirror, the boy replied with another shrug as if it was quite normal or rather he was uncertain why he followed.

he left no will as his family didn't care about him, and no friends to talk to him either, he was all alone in a box filled despair. he always questioned as to why the boy didn't answer his questions in times of agony, he always wondered why he was there, always wondered how he got there, and always wondered why he was in a mirror.

he was always scolded for a minor mishap at work, he was in despair for being the only child his parents expected highly of, he was the victim of bullies as he was always the anxious type, and suffered harass by his family members.

he was scared of the world as much as he was scared all alone, he created a world only himself could only ever imagine, a world where he always had done something wrong, he was afraid as he was always back in his elementary and high school years, and just as afraid as he is in the present day.

he was always a hard working guy but always had racing thoughts of suicide and how he was bad news to everyone there. he picked up those thoughts as he was thinking about his family's abuse.

as the day passes, and he was walking at home feeling unpleasant as he remembered those horrible days, he thought of a sight that was horrific but rather pleasant to him, he wanted to die for all the sufferings he had, a low paying job, an abusive family, a negative life with no friends, and other things he wished he had mentioned

he hurriedly made a noose for his final hours as he saw the boy in the mirror for his final moments, "i wish to ask you this one more time before i leave, who are you?" he asked the boy as he was about to jump off from the chair he used as support expecting no response, "i am you" as he leaped off the chair as the boy in the mirror quickly muttered.

"i see"
"..."
"..."
"..."

 


Submitted: April 14, 2021

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Alizzia Ward

Is it just me or..
But anyway, the word choice is awesome for the first post, so..
Let me follow your precious steps in Booksie..
~Alizzia

Thu, April 15th, 2021 3:39am

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