A/N : This is my first attempt on posting fiction here. It's kinda short..=) Do not hesitate to drop comments..:)
Man in The Mirror
The room looks so gloomy. The depressing aura in the room makes him feel invited. It was dark, like his heart right now. He is belonged here.
He lumps himself on the far corner on the bathroom. He still could see his image on the mirror in front of him. A boy with a moped brown hairs stared back at him. The boy's look sad and angry and lost.
'It's what he feels right now'
Sad that he is always alone, that no one gives him second gaze at what he did. No one ever 'looked' at him. No one gives damn about him.
Angry. Angry at himself for being too forgive. For couldn't saying 'No'. For always saying 'Yes'. For him, always being a good boy, a good son, and a good brother.
He feels lost. He didn't know who he is. He couldn't recognize himself anymore. He is just another student in his class. Another elite in his society. Another child in his family.
And now, he needs to erase all these. He wants to stop being Eric van der Woodsen. He needs to stop being him.
And a quick, deep scratch could free him from all this.
A Scratch.
Red. A lot of red. Red is good.
Then, the darkness came. But darkness is much more suit him. Darkness is his friend. He hugged it with his very soul.
He is free.