Mirrors

"In a room of mirrors, how can I know which one is me?" I whispered to myself in the fetal position. Rocking gently back and forth, hugging my legs close. I looked around and nothing but fakes all around me. That couldn't possibly be me, I'm strong, I won't back down. Right? If that was me why was I scared? Was it because all the mirrors were smeared with blood and broken? No, no, no, that was

me. I remember that moment. When they took her away from me, I fought, I failed. End of story. I should be dead, not suffering. Dead. Dead. "Dead, dead," I whispered to myself. I shuddered and looked around again. Shards of reflective glass all around me. Tempting. No. I can't do that. I have to find her. Have to. Have to. I reached out involuntarily to a broken mirror peice. I gripped it tightly, letting the bood drip from my palm. I opened my hand again, the other still wrapped around my legs. I took the shard and flung it at a diferent mirror, one that wasn't very broken. It shattered and my blood flung in droplets against the other mirrors. I watched in fascination as the glass flew in all directions. I heard a chuckle behind me. My daughter! I crawled on my hands and knees closer to my hallucination, glass peircing my skin. My eyes were wide with excitement. I reached out to grab her but realized I was touching a mirror with just a reflection. I turned backwards and searched again. All just reflections. I shreiked in pain from the false hope. "My love! Where are you?" was all I repeated. Trapped for an eternity in a room of mirrors.

Author's Note

I like this one alot! It repeats itself alot because she's going crazy!!! YAY!

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[TwiSted]

loss will drive you insane...