This is an idea I got from some fic with the clique's worst nightmares. And I won't be updating anything for about a week, so enjoy.
U N C O N Q E R A B L E
(because even they have fears)
((they just know how to hide them))
dyl-an
Lurking in the shadows, cowering from her own reflection, she waits.
Waiting; she always waits.
For someone to come, for someone to fix her
(she's a broken toy)
Before it's too late.
(she wonders if she's already lost)
Dylan Marvil is afraid of mirrors.
To look in one would be fatal.
She hates gazing at her reflection.
(hates seeing what she's become)
Those blank, void eyes.
(they haunt her still)
Thin, wiry hair.
Chipped, ragged fingernails.
(always a white, white)
She stares at her reflection, eyebrows creasing.
She makes a mad dash for the bathroom.
Her mind is blank.
She sits down roughly, before the toilet.
(her alter)
((she worships it))
And her mind is blank, and she savors it, and she loves the dizzy spell, the flashing white lights.
(she's in her own little paradise)
She scrubs her teeth and pops a Listerine in her mouth, repositioning her mask.
Her friends make excuses, because Dylan's fine, she has to be.
Except for one.
She stares at her, those big, wide, innocent blue eyes.
She sees her, once.
Hears the sounds, sees her white, white wedges.
She exit the stall, and she stares at her, blue, blue eyes even wider then usual.
Dylan gulps, but her mask is on, and she strolls across the bathroom and calmly scrubs her hands.
Leaving, she purposely bumps into Claire, but she says nothing.
She stares at her retreating figure, innocent blue, blue eyes blank.
She wishes she could save her.
(she knows it's too late)
((she knows that even better than Dylan does))
Claire stares down at her body, ragged inside a black casket, and she doesn't bother stopping the tears from flowing from her blue, blue eyes.
The others stare down in shock.
(they hate themselves, can't believe they didn't see the signs)
But the tears won't flow, they refuse to come.
And, one by one, they return to their seats.
All of them, except for one.
She stands there, wishing she had been there earlier.
(she wishes she could've saved her)
And so she's dead, she's gone, she's in a better place.
They try to assure themselves, but they're in a shock.
Sadness, impossible sadness.
And all because of a fear.
A seemingly small fear.
Dylan Marvil was dead.
So… yeah. These won't all be that depressing. I hope.
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