Hey Capers, I've got a new story for you all to read! Well… it's more of a ficlet, but either way, I hope you all enjoy it!

I do not own The Cape.

Reflection

Orwell hadn't felt herself lately. For the longest time she had been able to be strong through the worst. Now she had to work hard just to put a false smile on her face. The blogger had a hard time putting words to how she was feeling- she always had. She never told anyone how she felt- no matter how much they poked and prodded her. Of course, it never was a big deal to her, until now.

The Lich, the recent events with Vince's family, it was becoming too much to take on top of her already damaged mental stability. It was all starting to blend together- her migraines and paranoia- the hallucinations she was left with- it was all taking it's toll on her.

Orwell's walls were closing in on her. Everywhere she turned, she was being haunted by some part of her past. Everywhere she went, that white door followed her- looming behind, waiting for her to give up.

Everyday, the blogger fought the urge to get lost in the wave between reality and fantasy. The white door was her only chance to get away from the world. At anytime she could travel through that door, the only problem was… there would be no turning back. She would be stuck in her hallucinations for good.

The blogger thought about it many times. She could stay in that world forever, never having to worry about a single thing again. However the more she thought about it, the more she realized how selfish that would be of her. People were counting on her to make it through. She had to be strong for Vince- if she left him alone- what kind of friend would she be?

Orwell had carried her contemplation along with her for weeks now. It was weighing down on her mind and at times, obscuring her judgment. It wasn't until she looked at her real self in the mirror that she finally made up her mind.

After a long day of monitoring ARK, the blogger was in a serious need of a good night's sleep. Of course, she hadn't had a good night's sleep in so long- she forgot what it felt like. Orwell walked by a mirror in her hideout and turned back around just to do a double take. "Is that really me?"

She almost didn't recognize her own self in the mirror. Her eyes were so dark and tired. Her hair looked tousled and under kept. The bags under her eyes made her look deathly ill.

Orwell remembered when Vince told her that she didn't look well- about a few weeks ago. He told her to get as much rest as she possibly could but did she listen? The blogger shook her head violently as she refused to believe that she looked like this in reality. In reality Jamie Fleming was a beautiful girly girl, not this haggard zombie looking back at her.

Her rage reached an all new level when she thought of her father. Peter Fleming started this all. He became a power hungry monster, leaving his little girl to shrivel up in his wake. The eyes that were once bright and happy were replaced with eyes full of regret and worry. She wasn't the same Jamie anymore… Fleming made sure of it.

Orwell stood at her mirror and wondered just exactly why she accepted this behavior from herself. Before she started her mental loop- she was strong and unstoppable- now she could barely keep her head up. The Orwell inside her was just a mask, she was always there to shield Jaime from the world. Now that she was fading… what would become of the fragile girl? With that last thought going through her head… the blogger realized something… if she listened to her weaker self- she would be letting Fleming win. In order to get away from her demons- she needs to face them, not run away from them.

Orwell's sanity may be limited- but there was no way she was going down with a fight. Peter Fleming, nor the want to slip off into her own world will stop her.

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