She exhaled as she peered deeply into the mirror. She mused about herself; a halfway smile formed upon her lips and her hand began to tremble subtly.
'Are you proud of yourself?'
"I, I am yes."
'Oh, you are, are you? You do know what you have done, right? Don't tell me you're that selfish.'
"No. No, I haven't done a thing wrong."
'But you have. Don't you remember? Take a look at yourself, see what I see.'
'No, really look at yourself. God, look at what you have become. You once were different. I
remember it, so should you.'
"I have always been myself"
'But you haven't. Do you remember your friends? There was a time when you wouldn't sell them out. Where you wouldn't betray them. You are a traitor, it disgusts me.'
"I... I don't know what you're talking about."
'You do. Look deeper into that mirror. That face, that smile. The price you paid for
it all. Whore. Was it worth it? You don't really remember, do you?'
"I really don't know what you're saying. You're disturbing my peace. I wish you away."
'Heh, you can't escape it. You're dying on the inside. Your soul is as tainted as your innocence, and we both know where that leaves you.'
"S..Shut up! My head's hurting. Leave me alone!"
'Tell me, are you really happy?'
"I.. I am."
'No, you're not. Don't lie to me, you will regret it.'
She smashed the reflective glass with fearful force. Distraught, she stared at her hand as her carpet stained red.
"I am happy."
Friday, December 12, 2008
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Believe it or not, it's all connected.
This reminds me of that scene in Spiderman. Awesome read. I don't see the connection to the other stories though, so you'll have to keep writing!
No way, I believe you. It's gonna come together, just wait. Whore.
...I liked that part, for some reason. In such a serious story, it was abrupt and made me laugh.
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