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There’s a room and it is full of
reflections. It’s shaped like a circle, each wall hidden behind mirrors. There
are many of them, all different shapes and sizes. They’re just like any other
ordinary mirrors, except they aren’t.
In the centre of the room stands a woman.
She’s smiling, her face bright with happiness, not even the slightest of hints
of depression shown. But as she looks around though, she becomes terribly confused.
Each mirror is reflecting her so called friends,
there’s nothing so unusual there? But as she looks closer, she realizes that
every mirror has its own specific image. It is still the woman in the centre,
but shown in different lights of friendship.
One mirror shows her frowning, tears
slipping down her face. The clothes she wears are different too, longer and
darker. Another shows her angry, eyes clouded with burning passion, hair cut
short and blunt. This continues with all the others, every ugly emotion shown
through the friendships in question.
The woman starts to get overwhelmed by it
all. Beads of sweat line her forehead as she struggles to figure out what is
happening here. Her hands shake and her eyes grow frantic, jumping from each
and every one of her twin appearances.
She snaps and moves forward. Glass scatters
the floor as she pulls her bloody hand back. But as soon as that mirror
disappears, another one takes its place. A different image again. She smashes
that one too yet still another comes back.
She’s frustrated now. She can’t think straight.
She only wants them all to be gone. More and more mirrors shatter, more and
more come back. The floor is now covered in glass. Her fists are red and bloody,
but she doesn’t care; she doesn’t stop.
Finally, tired and destroyed, the woman
collapses; gives up. Her eyes close and she covers her ears. It almost seems as
if the images are mocking her.
“Yay, she cracked!”
“No longer can she hide from us now!”
“It’s our time to shine!”
“She can’t pretend we don’t exist any
longer…”
It’s almost as if they’ll never stop
taunting her. And she can’t take any more. Raising a shard to her wrist, she
trails it along. Now she’s bleeding from her arm as well.
The woman is about to do it again when she’s
successfully restrained. Her eyes are closed and she doesn’t know who it is.
When a soft whisper sounds in her ear, she knows instantly. And all at once,
almost like magic, she’s calmed.
“It’s going to be okay. Don’t let them get
to you. Only you can control how they can affect you.”
The woman’s eyes open. She understands now.
Turning in a circle she stares at each image and gives in to each and every
one. She won’t hide from them any longer, but will instead conquer them. With
these arms wrapped around her, she can do anything. One by one, they disappear,
until only one image is left, directly in front of her.
The last mirror shows the woman happily
sitting there. The reflection is exactly how it should be, with his arms around
her, chasing away all her worries. She smiles this time, for real.
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