; the mirror was worn around its frame. the black paint chipped in some places; the glass encased appearing to be pieced back together with a long strip of tape. no one would guess by looking that the tape represented hope.
sehun stared from his seat at the foot of his bed. one half of him prayed this would work, yet the other begged whatever higher powers existed that it wouldn't. so many hardships could be avoided if everything just ended right now.
he was trapped. what was he thinking the moment he agreed to buy the mirror off the old witch in that dirty alley, drawn in by the promise of infinite freedom? curse that old crone for giving him this burden. curse him for accepting it like a fool, if only to escape the pain of a gaping hole in his life.
"do what you will, boy. the mirror will hold your sin, leaving you to live any life you please. will you not take this deal and ease your suffering? i can see the pain in your eyes. take command; take the mirror."
what a stupid idea. he'd mounted the mirror in his bedroom, stared for one long minute into the glass as he was instructed, and went off that night to do...whatever he damn well wanted. this included drinking copious amounts of alcohol and tongue wrestling with a random person he couldn't even recall the details of. it involved swaying to incoherent music and yelling at the top of his lungs along with the pulsating crowd. he returned home that night; he woke up the next day. nothing. he was completely clean and not even hung over.
sehun stared at the mirror. only his reflection stared back.
the following nights consisted of very much the same thing, with only a few variations here and there. sometimes he brought people home; always he kicked them out when he awoke. sometimes he'd get into fistfights and always he would win.
one time he sighed in relief as a cold, sharp needle penetrated his wrist and brought a dose of ultimate nirvana.
over the course of his hectic new life, an outline began forming in the mirror. what first started out as a blur of color graduated into the faint shape of a human, then to a fuzzy figure, finally to a boy with a blurred face. this evolution went largely unnoticed by sehun - often, he was too intoxicated or high to look. besides, how would he ever know what was real and what was hallucination anymore?
the day he let himself get sober for a change was the day he finally noticed, and he almost fell over in shock.
the reflection was his, but was not his at the same terrifying, confusing moment. certainly it had his features, but aside from that, everything was different and screamed of sinister. the stranger in the mirror was dressed in black, with wild hair and a dangerous smirk. ever more haunting were the intense, derogatory eyes, which stared at sehun and never once looked away.
sehun realized that it could have only been the manifestation of all the sins he'd committed. wary, he found he couldn't sleep with those menacing eyes watching his every move. he tried covering the glass with a sheet, which only worked so well. indeed, it was like a train wreck. he didn't want to look, but he felt compelled to. so one evening, on a bout of confidence, he threw off the sheet.
the reflection of malice was still present, but this time it spoke.
sehun never remembered moving so fast his entire life. in an instant he'd clambered onto his bed, trembling. "what...are you?"
the reflection sneered, as if having been asked the stupidest question to ever be. "i'm you. oh, and don't think that covering me up will do you an ounce of good. you can't escape me. i'm here with you now, forever."
enraged, sehun rose from his bed and charged the mirror, shattering it with a fist. as the glass broke and tore at his skin, he could have sworn he heard dark laughter.
back in the present, sehun chewed his fingernails to the skin, eyes never daring to move from the mirror. 'come on,' he thought with no absence of desperation.
after a long hour, two hours...how long had it been? the cracks in the mirror filled themselves in, restoring to the natural sheen. as expected, the figure awaited him.
"miss me? knew you would."
sehun willed his anger to stay at bay, at least this once. "tell me how to stop this."
once again, the reflection grinned. it did little else. "stop this? please, sehunnie. you can't stop this. this is us, you see. i am you, you are me. the only way to stop it is to stop yourself. how will you manage that, i wonder?"
at a loss, sehun slowly shook his head. "i don't know...but i'll find a way, mark my words."
the specter in the mirror cackled, wicked delight shining in it's eyes.
"words marked. let's see if you can live up to your promise, or will you disappoint me? if you do, i might just find a way to take over. you're so boring, after all."
sehun's jaw tightened with determination as the shadowy evil thing within the mirror mocked his resolve. he would find a way, or die trying.
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