Chapter 1
I am a mirror reflection. I am meant to be in a world completely opposite this one, yet somehow I have found myself trapped in a world I do not belong. Maybe it's because nothing in this world can save me. These are the thoughts that I create and generate through my brain, as if any of these will ever be spoken to anyone. Have you ever glanced in the mirror and wondered if there was another world that you would fit into better? I have. This, however, has never happened to me. Like I said before, I'm a mirror reflection. But what if I was always meant to be the original in another world?
"Allen! Let's get going!" Lavi, my best friend yelled from outside, and I glanced in the mirror again, testing out a smile. Although it looked fake, it looked much better than yesterday's and the day before. It would suffice. I grabbed my back pack, slinging it over my shoulder and heading down the stairs.
"I'm coming!" I yelled back, grabbing a water bottle from the kitchen.
I shut the door behind me, my combat boots thudding as I walked down the stairs. I slid into the passenger seat, sighing. Lavi grinned at me, and I raised an eyebrow.
"Must you be so cheerful in the morning?" I asked and he laughed.
"Must you be so grumpy in the morning?" He replied, and I groaned, covering my eyes.
"Just start the car Bookman." I said, and I heard the engine start up.
"You ready for school today?" He asked, and I glared at the wind shield in front of me.
"Am I ever ready for school?" I muttered, and he sighed.
"Stop answering my questions with questions!" I smiled slightly at that. How was I supposed to answer something with a definite answer if I myself was a question?
"Don't break the mirror Moyashi." Kanda sneered at me, and I turned away, ignoring him completely. I didn't feel like he was worth my time. I felt a hand grab my shoulder, and I was roughly grabbed and spun toward him, his face close to mine.
"Don't break the mirror Moyashi." Kanda sneered at me, and I turned away, ignoring him completely. I didn't feel like he was worth my time. I felt a hand grab my shoulder, and I was roughly grabbed and spun toward him, his face close to mine.
"I was talking to you. Answer me." He growled, and I smiled.
"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realize. I thought you were referring to yourself." I said, a smirk replacing my smile.The next thing I knew, I was punched in the face, my body falling to the ground.
"Fucking loser. Go die." He hissed, sneering at me.Then he walked away, leaving me on the bathroom floor, holding my face. I staggered to my feet, stopping in front of the mirror.The reflection that stared back at me did not seem like myself. There was a bruise forming from where he had punched me, and my gray eyes were lifeless, no longer any light shining in them. My mouth was tilted downward, as if gravity had a hold on my face, causing it to be permanently stuck that way. I tired to smile, and before I knew it, tears were falling down my face, the cover up I had put on to mask the bruises washing away with my tears.
"I don't belong here." I whispered to my reflection, resting my forehead against the mirror.
"I'm not the original Allen. I'm a fake now." I said, raising my head and meeting my reflection's eyes.
"I wish there was another world that I could join. They don't need me in this one." I thought, before glancing away and digging through my pocket.I pulled out concealer, beginning to cover up my bruises, to hide the ugly truth from a world of beautiful lies...
I imagine in another world, there is another version of me. Instead of wearing black all the time, they wear brighter colors, and instead of faking a smile, they smile with an innocence that is long gone from myself. I imagine that they have a life of ups rather than downs, and that they have an emotion missing from my brain, from my heart. They are loved, and they give love. I, however, an a continual dreamer, even as the sun rises over the hills and night is cast off like a blanket. I know this isn't real... Or is it?
"Lavi it's time to go to lunch!" I said, and he nodded, putting his books in his locker.
I imagine in another world, there is another version of me. Instead of wearing black all the time, they wear brighter colors, and instead of faking a smile, they smile with an innocence that is long gone from myself. I imagine that they have a life of ups rather than downs, and that they have an emotion missing from my brain, from my heart. They are loved, and they give love. I, however, an a continual dreamer, even as the sun rises over the hills and night is cast off like a blanket. I know this isn't real... Or is it?
"Lavi it's time to go to lunch!" I said, and he nodded, putting his books in his locker.
"Yes yes dearest I'm coming." I smacked him on the arm, making him laugh.
"Why must you be so weird?" I asked as we walked down the hallway to the cafe.
"Aren't we all my dear Walker?" He said, wiggling his eyebrows. I laughed, shaking my head.
"I don't think I'll ever know the answer." I muttered to myself, laughing again.
"So how has your day gone?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me comically.
"It's much better now. The classes themselves were positively boring." I said, fiddling with a button on my sleeve.
"You sure you're okay Allen-chan?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. I smiled at him.
"I'm always bored of classes remember?" He nodded hesitantly, as if he didn't believe me. I was starting to wonder if faking was hurting my friends or hurting myself more. Maybe I would never know...
It is a fault of mine to give everyone a chance. Is it so wrong to do so? Yes I believe it is. It is a fault when the people you give chances rip your heart from your chest. My heart, I fancy, is made of glass. Now it is no longer in a full piece, and inside my chest where my heart should be, there are pieces of glass laying there, glittering in the light that shines from the outside world. If given the chance to leave this world, I believe I would take it in and instant. Would you?
"Run." One word, and suddenly I am flying across the track in front of me, leaving everyone else behind me. It is gym class now, and I know that I run faster than the others here. I run as if someone is chasing after me, trying to catch me, destroy me. Maybe that is my way of coping. I have run since the beginning of my life. Whatever this was, I was addicted and couldn't get enough of it. It was certainly better than what I did at home...
I am not who you think I am. I am not the happy person that you see, because I act. I recreate what you believe to be the truth. I act the part well, do I not? It isn't that hard truly, to act like the person people want you to be. What's hard is remembering who you are...
"Allen your time was impeccable as usual!" My track coach said, a huge smile on his face. I smiled back, brushing a piece of hair out of my face.
It is a fault of mine to give everyone a chance. Is it so wrong to do so? Yes I believe it is. It is a fault when the people you give chances rip your heart from your chest. My heart, I fancy, is made of glass. Now it is no longer in a full piece, and inside my chest where my heart should be, there are pieces of glass laying there, glittering in the light that shines from the outside world. If given the chance to leave this world, I believe I would take it in and instant. Would you?
"Run." One word, and suddenly I am flying across the track in front of me, leaving everyone else behind me. It is gym class now, and I know that I run faster than the others here. I run as if someone is chasing after me, trying to catch me, destroy me. Maybe that is my way of coping. I have run since the beginning of my life. Whatever this was, I was addicted and couldn't get enough of it. It was certainly better than what I did at home...
I am not who you think I am. I am not the happy person that you see, because I act. I recreate what you believe to be the truth. I act the part well, do I not? It isn't that hard truly, to act like the person people want you to be. What's hard is remembering who you are...
"Allen your time was impeccable as usual!" My track coach said, a huge smile on his face. I smiled back, brushing a piece of hair out of my face.
"Thanks sir. I have to head out. Thanks for letting me run!" I said, turning and running down the track. I grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.
"Allen-chan! Come on let's go!" Lavi yelled, from where he was standing by the door. I jogged up to him, and his eyes widened.
"What happened to your face?!" He said, reaching up to touch my face, but out of instinct I flinched away.
"I uh... I tripped awhile ago while I was walking up the stairs. I forgot to tie my laces!" I said, laughing. He frowned, nodding.
"Alright... I guess we should get going." I smiled, walking a little bit behind him. It had been too close. He would find out about it soon but I didn't want to burden him. Somehow I had to keep silent about it...
This is where it begins. All of it starts here, in a different time, a different place. I'm not sure when I started to think about another world but as soon as I did, I couldn't stop. My heart is too worn for the kind of trouble that I am confronted with but perhaps this is where it will end. I am just a reflection after all, dreaming of a different ending...
This is where it begins. All of it starts here, in a different time, a different place. I'm not sure when I started to think about another world but as soon as I did, I couldn't stop. My heart is too worn for the kind of trouble that I am confronted with but perhaps this is where it will end. I am just a reflection after all, dreaming of a different ending...
