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 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.
"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 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.
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.
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...