Heyo! :D

School has started for me...

Sad face.

But I just BARELY squeezed through my schedule to write this.

ANGSTINESS AHOY.

Link's slow descent into madness...

What is wrong with me.

Thanks for picking this story out of every other in this archive! It actually means aloooottt to me.

I hope you'll have a FANTASTIC day.

...

-Rolls away in a barrel-


You were right about me.

He sat there, his hands covered with blood.

Hers.

He took a shuddering breath before walking past the body.

Hers.

He went to the sink and just for one moment, he regretted doing it.

Killing her.

He threw up.

Their argument; what was it about again?

"I'm breaking up with you."

Ah. That's right.

He turned on the tap.

"You control my entire life. I don't WANT that."

The cool water slowly seeped away all the lingering blood on him.

"I used to think you LOVED me. Obviously I was wrong. If you actually did, you'd trust me."

He wrung his arms.

"My parents were killed in that car crash. I could have lived with ANYONE else. My relatives. My friends. But I chose you."

He reached for the towel that hung from the wall.

"What happened to that person? I hate you.."

That's when he had it.

The mirror smiled at him. It wasn't him; the person on the other side.

"You're happy she's gone, aren't you…?" The mirror says, a smirk plays on its face. He didn't answer.

"She was right, you know. You used to be so cheerful and nice… Say, what happened?" It asks. Its voice changed; a perfect copy of hers.

"Is it because you're tired of me? Do you hate me? Did something happen that I wasn't aware of?" Her sweet voice rings around him.

But it changes.

"You're always doubting me. You're always pretending I don't exist." Her voice slowly gets louder.

"You're a control freak. I can't believe I spent almost my entire life with you. I hate you."

With a grunt, he punched the mirror, the glass shattering upon contact.

You can't run away…

Wordlessly, he retracted, staring at the broken image of him.

You're gone.

The face stares back at him, a perfect copy of him; but not at all.

You're me.

The face's twisted grin disgusted him, but he couldn't look away.

She was the lost little sheep. You're the bad, bad wolf that was in a sheep's clothing...

He reaches out to the glass; the shards cutting into his skin.

She thought it was the end of her loneliness; she was wrong.

Blood seeps down, but he doesn't seem to notice.

Mama told her not to trust strangers.

He grits his teeth, as if he had just realised the blood trickled down the broken mirror, colouring his look a like (but not at all) red.

But Mama and Dada weren't there, were they?

Slowly his vision blurs, but he sees disoriented smile grace his doppelganger's lips.

"Yes… they… they weren't there…" He murmured.

But he shakes his head.

He couldn't listen to this person who looked like him (…but not at all).

With a swipe, he flings the mirror to the ground, the pieces of broken glass cutting his feet and legs.

YOU CAN'T HIDE.

His vision grows hazy, but he manages to stumbles out of the toilet, the bits and pieces of glass digging into his skin, leaving a trail of blood.

He collapses onto the ground staring at her dead eyes that stared back unblinking and undauntingly. A mirthless laugh escapes his lips before he could stop it. As the darkness chewed at the corners of sight he hears himself again (but not really).

She was right… you are insane.

We are insane.