"Morning," I say to that strange girl as I pass by the mirror. Her hair is messed as if she just rose from bed. I yawn in agreement and stretch. She is always there, watching me day after day, every time I walk by that damn mirror.
"So I'm off to the office. What are you gonna do today?" I ask, trying to be nice, but she doesn't answer. She never fucking answers.
"Fuck you then!" I scream and throw a bottle of hair spray at the mirror and her ugle face. I storm out of the apartment and head off to work, fuming still at her rudeness. Later that night I finally make it home. It's been a long day and the last thing I want is to have to deal with the silent treatment. She is still there as I pass by the mirror and I flash a warning glance her way. She glares back and I snort my annoyance, then head to bed. During the night a burglar breaks in and decides he wants to play with the sleeping woman rather than steal from her, and no matter how I scream, the girl in the mirror doesn't come to help me.
"I hate you!" I scream at her as I beat my bloody fists against the mirror and sob uncontrollably. I press my cheeks against the hard glass surface and feel her cool embrace surround me and I take comfort in the only friend I have ever had, the girl in the mirror who is the other half of myself. |
Submission Name: The other half
