This is a short little piece I wrote back in 2008.
I touched it up a bit. It was a project for a
Writing Workshop class! I hope you like it!
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An English boy of seventeen stood in his room blankly staring at his full-length mirror. It hung behind his closet door, figuratively and literally speaking. He did this day after day hoping and praying to God (if there even was one) that on one of them he'd see why in the world he was alive. He raised his right arm and placed his hand on the glass in front of him. His reflection followed. A sad sigh escaped his lips as his eyes traced his appearance.
Physically, the boy was beautiful; completely ethereal. Though, of course, for him it was impossible to see.
His shoulder length, snow-colored hair draped his graceful facial features perfectly. Everything about him was subtle and shy except for the round, bold chocolate orbs of eyes. They seemed to be pools of emotion, mostly despair. He loathed who he was. He loathed his small, frail, effeminate appearance and he loathed his timid personality. He loathed his social and family life, or rather- the lack there of.
But most of all?
He hated, with disgust and such passion, the darker person within him and the abuse he suffered daily.
The boy furrowed his eyebrows and clenched his once calm hands into fists of frustration.
Why me? Why in bloody hell am I cursed?
How he envied the people he knew! They were satisfied with friendships and relationships. All that this innocent boy wanted was to break free from his terrifying alter ego. He wanted to live. But until this curse was broken all that he could do was stare at himself and the man he might become, the man he longed to be, behind the glass.