You’re staring into her eyes. Those unflinching, unblinking, uncaring eyes. Those frozen cold eyes, half-blind to the truth, never truly seeing anything at all.
You wonder if she knows, this queen of ice and darkness. You wonder if she knows all the secrets you’re hiding, all the lies you’re telling, all the nightmares you’re dreaming.
She opens her deadly mouth to speak. Her voice seems to flutter in on a breeze, almost daintily, even. If you hadn’t known any better, you might have even said it seemed delicate, paper-thin and fragile – beautiful in the same way a flower’s temporary existence is beautiful.
But the words are poison, dissolving your very soul. They melt away at your being, they destroy every last shred of hope you had within yourself.
Taunting you with the reminders of mistakes of the past, and promises of failure to come. She evokes each of your defeats, again and again and again, until you’re begging for mercy, begging her to just stop.
“You will never be good enough. And it’s almost sad how much you try, but nothing will ever change that”, she tells you. Her words are like knives that she uses with deadly precision. Each one hitting their mark. Each one breaking your heart.
Her voice fills your mind, screaming in the consciousness. You hear nothing else, but the reverberation of her hatred.
No more, no more. You swear, you’ll die if she goes on. You’ll die empty and alone and completely devoid of all hope that once lay in your soul.
Suddenly, startling, frightening you. A sharp crack fills the midnight air.
The mirror breaks.
The vision evaporates.
You are finally gone from your own sight.
But the shards of glass stick to your very soul. Cutting your heart into pieces. Ripping your mind to shreds.
Because she was you and you were her. And you always will be.
