I stood in front of the mirror lamenting what I’d become.
I had a piece of glass in my hand stained with shades of red.
I closed my eyes expecting to find an answer, all I could see were little silver dots slowly reverting to black nothingness.
I hummed on. In front of me was the pale ghostly version of a person I once knew. A shadow, I was scared of her. She stopped a tear in its tracks. A sly smile danced on her lips, on my lips. “Come closer”, she said. I crept towards her. She showed me her arms, her legs, her hands, and everywhere I looked, I saw red. A monotony of color. It intrigued me as much as it horrified me.
She beckoned and I crawled towards her. Finally, my face touched the cold surface of the mirror and she disappeared. I stayed like that for seconds, minutes, hours awaiting the proverbial ‘new day, new beginning’.
I kept searching for her, my comrade in arms. I concluded that she had given up too, maybe she had gone to a better place. I felt that I had to do the same but I did not know how to. The futility of this situation had just begun to dawn upon me and I was terrified, I was alone. I screamed, I cried, I begged for her to come back. Silence had never been this excruciating.
I moved away from the mirror and I saw her. I smiled, she smiled. She had come back for me. My faith had been reinforced and I didn’t feel lonely anymore. I was happy, I began to hope.
She whispered a lullaby and I fell into a deep slumber.