Boundaries
Chapter 1
I awoke from slumber. My head was killing me. I suppose it was because if the several shots of whiskey I had drunken the night before. I sat up, my bed creaking as I did so. I hated my bed. It was small and practically falling to pieces.
"Why must you be so crappy?" I asked my bed. I knew wasn't going to get an answer. After all, beds are too stupid to speak. I stood up, kicked my bed, and went over to my small mirror. I looked at myself. My yellow eyes stood out in the darkness of my room. My eyeliner was still dark, which I enjoyed. I hated having to reapply my makeup. It was so tiresome and annoying. As I brushed the small pieces of hair that had fallen out of place out of my face, I noticed that my collar was down. How refined and sophisticated and refined I looked with my collar down. "Ew," I thought out loud and immediately pulled my collar up. "Much better." I loved looking at myself in the mirror. Many consider vanity a curse, but I find it to be a wonderful way to live. After all, shouldn't everyone enjoy looking at one's self?
I took a seat on my leather couch and tapped my fingernails against the arm of the couch. "We are bored," I said. I began to try everything I could to stay entertained. I sat upside down on my couch, but it didn't do anything to cease my boredom. I picked at the black nail polish on my fingers, which only kept me entertained for a moment or two. I even tried reading, but that just increased my boredom. "We hate books!" I shouted as I threw the book across the room. My left eye began to twitch and I felt a small pain in my head. I shut my eyes tightly in hopes that it would stop the pain. Luckily, it did. I reached over to my side table, grabbed my bottle of whiskey, and poured myself a shot. I always drank when I was bored. I stared at the enormous mirror that expanded across my wall.
"What is the point of you?" I asked the reflective wall. "We already have a mirror, so why do we need you?" I raised my shot glass and swallowed the whiskey in an instant. Suddenly, my reflective wall became transparent. I could see my room, but it was full of daylight. I turned away from the blinding light, due to my sensitive eyes. Once the light dimmed, I looked again at the mirror that had transformed itself into seemed to be a window of some kind.
"Hello Tenebris," came a voice from the other side. "You're looking well."