Slowly, the ghostly pale girl stepped over the broken alcohol bottles scattered all over her bedroom floor. She then emerged into her bathroom. Her eyes lifted towards the mirror caked with tiny cracks and blood. She examined her reflection.
“Who are you?” She whispered. The girl could barely recognize herself any more. The light that once held in her eyes diminished within months. Expecting no answer from her question, she began to dig for one special friend.
“I’m you, stupid.” She heard a voice state.
Her eyes widened at her reflection. “No, you couldn’t have said that. You’re just a reflection. I think I’m going crazy.”
“Maybe I am, or maybe you’re the reflection.”
“I’m going crazy,” she muttered to herself, “To think my reflection is talking.”
“Oh drop it. I just can’t believe you now. Like, what the hell?”
She just stared at her reflection with a questioning look.
“Don’t play dumb with me. Why? Why did you do it?”
“You killed him,” her voice lowered to a whisper. “Our only love.”
Her eyes widen and glistened with tears. “N-no, I didn’t. I don’t know what you’re talking about. The only guy that I ever loved is still alive and breaking hearts left and right.”
“Don’t lie to yourself. You know exactly what and who I’m talking about.”
Tears began to slide down her cheek. “I didn’t mean too.” She managed to whisper.
“Huh, what was that? I didn’t quite catch what you said.” Her reflection mocked.
More tears rolled down their eyes. Only one seemed to grow more hysterical as they came. “I didn’t mean too!” she managed to sob out.
“He was only trying to help you, but no you couldn’t take it anymore. You got mad at him like you did at the rest of the world, and dashed out. Then you tried to commit suicide, and you thought he would just sit there and watch you die. Of course, you thought wrong. The second you jumped in front of a car was a second to early. Next thing you know you’re barely conscience with our dead lover on the street surrounded by a pool of blood. I told you he was only trying to help you. You didn’t have to run off like that. He loved you. He actually loved you for you. He wasn’t that jerk you dated and “loved with all your heart,” who only wanted you for the “fun.” Hn. How could you live with yourself?
“SHUT UP!” The girl was sobbing, but her reflection looked calm but still had tears streaming down her face. “You’re just a reflection. You don’t know anything! Not the pain, the guilt, or the crap I’ve been through. Don’t act like you know everything because you know nothing about me at all. You’re just a stupid reflection. You don’t know what it was to actually see my best friend, deny no more, my one true love dead. The only one who understood me and can stand me. You’re just a reflection. I’m just imaging and hearing things. You’re just a reflection. Just a reflection.” She whispered the last part repeatedly to herself.
“Psh! I’m more than honey. I’m what you call a conscience. You know that voice you kept ignoring and forgetting about. That thing you ditched about five months ago. Miss me? All I could say is I told you so. I know right now you can’t handle hearing the truth. Having what you built, layers and layers of walls, to avoid crumble in seconds right before your very eyes. Thought you could go through life without me, huh? Mhm, because you so got far didn’t you? What happened to your friends? Because that little razor you’re looking for isn’t one. What happened to your dreams of being a singer or a famous painter? Down the toilet, right? You could have gotten somewhere if you haven’t ditched me.
“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up, damn it just shut up!”
“The phrase never gets old.”
“Got any new methods for making me? Because drowning me out with music, alcohol, drugs, and bleeding only led you to this crazy-like hallucination.”
The girl was shaking from all the violent tears spilling out.
“You’re not you anymore. What happened when you never had a care in the world? All this because a stupid boy. If you only listened to me, in the first place none of this would be happening. I told you that guy was nothing but a player, but no you were blinded by love because some popular guy noticed you. I told you to say no. I told you to stay away from him. I told you it wasn’t love. I told you the boy who was by your side almost every day was going to be the one. Then you got your heart broken, deprived yourself from humanity, and cause nothing but pain to the both of us.”
She had enough and left the bathroom. Shaking all over, she carefully stepped over the shattered glass getting towards her dresser. She opened it slowly, shuffled her clothes around to find what she was looking for. Successfully, she found it and walked back into the bathroom.
“I wouldn’t do that,” her reflection said.
“Listen to me! We can fix up your life if you just fucking listen to me!”
“Damn it! Shut up!”
“No, I’m trying to help you here!”
“I don’t need or care about your help!” She yelled back while pointing the gun towards the mirror.
“Stupid! Why won’t you listen to me?”
“You can’t help me with anything. You don’t know anything!”
“Don’t you dare pull that trigger!”
“I never listened to you, so why start now?”
As the girl pulled the trigger, her world began to slow down. The pieces of glass flew everywhere, seeing her reflection repeatedly. Some shards pierced her skin. Blood poured out from the open wounds. She dropped to her knees, cutting more skin open as she fell. With time passing, her eyesight began to slowly diminish. No one could save her now. She then picked up a piece of glass within her reach, looked at her reflection one last time, and with a quick breath she stabbed herself in the heart.