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Reflection Deception-Part I
Mimi Tachikawa stared at the ceiling of her room through the velvety darkness of night.
She had been unable to sleep all night and it was now 1:45am. The soft sheets of her comfortable bed just didn't seem inviting to her that night. She rolled onto her side and looked across her room, most of which was decked in an array of varying shades of pink.
After a while, she decided to watch some TV quietly, hoping it would relieve her insomnia.
Mimi reached to her bedside table and picked up the remote control, then snapped on the TV set. It came on quite loudly and she quickly turned the volume down almost as low as it would go.
Absently, she began flipping channels. A news station, an old black-and-white sitcom, the weather channel and a late night talk show all flashed by.
As she was channel surfing, she felt as though somebody was watching her. She could feel the eyes boring into her.
Quickly, Mimi glanced around the room, but saw no one unless her own reflection counted as somebody.
She shrugged it off and turned back to her television. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.
"H-hello?" she ventured, whispering so as not to wake her parents in the room just down the hall.
There was no answer and, feeling slightly foolish, she returned to watching TV.
All was peaceful until she heard somebody breathing behind her. Before she could turn around, a hand was clamped over her mouth and she felt herself being tied up.
"Mmmf!" she cried out, trying to be heard through the hand over her mouth.
Mimi smelled something odd and felt faint. She tried desperately to see who had tied her up and who had their hand over her mouth, but she couldn't.
Just as she was passing out, she caught a glimpse of her mirror. Oddly, it looked as though she had no reflection...
~*~
"Mimi, you're going to be late for school!" Mrs. Tachikawa warned, knocking on Mimi's bedroom door.
Mimi suddenly burst through the door, nearly throwing it off its hinges as she did so. She was still wearing her pajamas.
"Hurry and get dressed," her mother advised.
"I refuse to be seen in any of those ugly pink dresses! Don't we have anything leather? Or anything else black?" Mimi screamed.
"Mimi, honey, you love pink!" Mrs. Tachikawa argued. "Now hurry up and get dressed."
"But pink is disgusting!" Mimi bellowed.
"Well it's all you have right now. You can buy new clothes later," her mother suggested, slightly taken aback at Mimi's sudden change in taste.
Mimi sighed and answered: "it's such a pity that I'm viewed as an airheaded mall rat" before quickly racing into her room and throwing on her pink dress.
~*~
Mimi opened her eyes to a strange flickering light. She shook her head and noticed that it was firelight from a few torches mounted on a stone wall across from her.
That was when she noticed she was in a prison cell on the end of a row of cells. She counted eight in all, hers included.
She heard echoing footsteps approaching her and she shouted: "who's there?" The phrase echoed: "there, there, there, there..."
A person entered Mimi's line of sight. It was impossible to tell any of this person's features, as they kept to the shadows.
"Hello, Mimi," the person said. The voice made it clear that the person was female.
"Who are you?"
"A figment of your imagination."
"Why am I here?"
"Justice is being served."
"But what-"
"Hush! I can't stay long because I have to go to school."
"All those years I was trapped while you carried on with your pathetic, ditzy life. You got the best of everything. Do you understand me? EVERYTHING!"
Mimi was growing more and more perplexed at this person's method of explaining and questioned: "what do you mean trapped?"
"Do you know what it's like? Being forced to do everything YOU want to do? Do you know what it's like to be treated like a puppet, a machine?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Mimi muttered.
"It's awful on the other side," the person continued, totally ignoring Mimi. "Every time YOU trip and skin your knee, I have to do the same. I have no choice. I HATE it!"
"The other side of what?"
"The MIRROR of course!" the girl cried. "How could you understand? You always got the best of what YOU wanted! I never got what I wanted! NEVER! But now it's your turn."
"What are you saying?" Mimi queried, feeling more and more uneasy. "Who are you?"
The person stepped from the shadows and Mimi gasped in surprise. The girl standing before her looked like a mirror image of herself.
"I am you. Your reflection. And I want your life. Now if you will excuse me, I will be heading to school. It's time for the world to meet the new, improved Mimi Tachikawa!"
With that, Mirror-Mimi raced from the prison, leaving Mimi once again in solitude...
Reflection Deception-Part I
Mimi Tachikawa stared at the ceiling of her room through the velvety darkness of night.
She had been unable to sleep all night and it was now 1:45am. The soft sheets of her comfortable bed just didn't seem inviting to her that night. She rolled onto her side and looked across her room, most of which was decked in an array of varying shades of pink.
After a while, she decided to watch some TV quietly, hoping it would relieve her insomnia.
Mimi reached to her bedside table and picked up the remote control, then snapped on the TV set. It came on quite loudly and she quickly turned the volume down almost as low as it would go.
Absently, she began flipping channels. A news station, an old black-and-white sitcom, the weather channel and a late night talk show all flashed by.
As she was channel surfing, she felt as though somebody was watching her. She could feel the eyes boring into her.
Quickly, Mimi glanced around the room, but saw no one unless her own reflection counted as somebody.
She shrugged it off and turned back to her television. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.
"H-hello?" she ventured, whispering so as not to wake her parents in the room just down the hall.
There was no answer and, feeling slightly foolish, she returned to watching TV.
All was peaceful until she heard somebody breathing behind her. Before she could turn around, a hand was clamped over her mouth and she felt herself being tied up.
"Mmmf!" she cried out, trying to be heard through the hand over her mouth.
Mimi smelled something odd and felt faint. She tried desperately to see who had tied her up and who had their hand over her mouth, but she couldn't.
Just as she was passing out, she caught a glimpse of her mirror. Oddly, it looked as though she had no reflection...
~*~
"Mimi, you're going to be late for school!" Mrs. Tachikawa warned, knocking on Mimi's bedroom door.
Mimi suddenly burst through the door, nearly throwing it off its hinges as she did so. She was still wearing her pajamas.
"Hurry and get dressed," her mother advised.
"I refuse to be seen in any of those ugly pink dresses! Don't we have anything leather? Or anything else black?" Mimi screamed.
"Mimi, honey, you love pink!" Mrs. Tachikawa argued. "Now hurry up and get dressed."
"But pink is disgusting!" Mimi bellowed.
"Well it's all you have right now. You can buy new clothes later," her mother suggested, slightly taken aback at Mimi's sudden change in taste.
Mimi sighed and answered: "it's such a pity that I'm viewed as an airheaded mall rat" before quickly racing into her room and throwing on her pink dress.
~*~
Mimi opened her eyes to a strange flickering light. She shook her head and noticed that it was firelight from a few torches mounted on a stone wall across from her.
That was when she noticed she was in a prison cell on the end of a row of cells. She counted eight in all, hers included.
She heard echoing footsteps approaching her and she shouted: "who's there?" The phrase echoed: "there, there, there, there..."
A person entered Mimi's line of sight. It was impossible to tell any of this person's features, as they kept to the shadows.
"Hello, Mimi," the person said. The voice made it clear that the person was female.
"Who are you?"
"A figment of your imagination."
"Why am I here?"
"Justice is being served."
"But what-"
"Hush! I can't stay long because I have to go to school."
"All those years I was trapped while you carried on with your pathetic, ditzy life. You got the best of everything. Do you understand me? EVERYTHING!"
Mimi was growing more and more perplexed at this person's method of explaining and questioned: "what do you mean trapped?"
"Do you know what it's like? Being forced to do everything YOU want to do? Do you know what it's like to be treated like a puppet, a machine?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Mimi muttered.
"It's awful on the other side," the person continued, totally ignoring Mimi. "Every time YOU trip and skin your knee, I have to do the same. I have no choice. I HATE it!"
"The other side of what?"
"The MIRROR of course!" the girl cried. "How could you understand? You always got the best of what YOU wanted! I never got what I wanted! NEVER! But now it's your turn."
"What are you saying?" Mimi queried, feeling more and more uneasy. "Who are you?"
The person stepped from the shadows and Mimi gasped in surprise. The girl standing before her looked like a mirror image of herself.
"I am you. Your reflection. And I want your life. Now if you will excuse me, I will be heading to school. It's time for the world to meet the new, improved Mimi Tachikawa!"
With that, Mirror-Mimi raced from the prison, leaving Mimi once again in solitude...