Miror

My name is Dylan and I’m 20 years old and I’m terrified of facing the bathroom mirror. It started on a hot summer night, my mom came home with a big smile on her face, "Look what I found at a garage sale!" she said. I replied that it was a mirror of some kind, although it looked very old due to its many cracks, but my mother looked happy and I left her in her world. Four o'clock was four o'clock in the morning when I heard a voice coming from the bathroom. So I got up convinced that Mom was still ecstatic about her find. When I arrived at the bathroom, there was nothing, it was dark, cold and a light mist was escaping from the mirror, I suddenly felt attracted, approaching little by little from this antiquity, I saw myself, brown hair, green eyes. Yes it was me but something was different, moving my hand the reflection did the same with a slight offset, when suddenly, my reflection at least that’s what I thought. When his arm came out of the mirror and I couldn’t breathe, I reached out like I could, hearing footsteps coming from the hallway, "my reflection" threw me with him. Arriving in the dark room, Mom says to me then "Dylan? What are you doing there, it is soon five o'clock come back to sleep." So I started yelling, "Mom, help me... Mom? I don’t...it’s not possible!" And it was true, "my reflection had taken my place..." Oh nothing mom I just admired the mirror, it’s beautiful, I could admire my reflection forever... So I was doomed to remain the pale copy of myself, copying the slightest movement that my "false self" could make. I had become a reflection.

Credits to Shir0ki