This is a story about Rin. Here, Miku is represented as her best friend and Len as her twin.
Rin stood outside of the lines, and blank expression over her face. The loud ringing of sirens echoed around her as ambulances and police cars arrived in front of the building. An officer rolled out a 'keep out' roll in front of her, not even aware of whom she was.
She watched as he finished surrounding the area, making it off limits from everyone. People from an ambulance rushed into the building, nothing but silhouettes in the bright flashing lights.
She felt a hand on her shoulder, and turned her head to see her twin brother looking rather sad next to her. She shrugged him off, but she could still feel it. Sadness? Yes that was certainly mixed in there. But something stronger was mixed. She could practically taste. Pity.
The bitter word made her frown.
She did not want to be pitied. She just wanted to go home and sit down and shut out the rest of the world. Her fist clenched. No she couldn't do that. She would have to be strong for the others. Her breath hitched in her throat as she saw a girl being carried out of the building.
Her long teal pigtails were pooling on either side of her, the tips of it brushing against the ground. Even from this distance, she could tell that they were going to try and save her. It was useless.
She was already dead.
Rin could clearly see the paleness of her skin against all of the running silhouettes, and the red of blood draped like a neat cover over her body. Only her hair remained natural; thick, long and bright. It should have been dead like the rest of her, but it wasn't.
The blondes bottom lip trembled and collapsed onto the floor in sobs. She felt her brother's reassuring arms wrap around her but she ran away from him. She dashed underneath the lines, the echoes of people screaming at her to not go in the building.
But they were just distant calls to her know. She kicked off her shoes and ran into the building, climbing the stairs three at a time. She was out of breath by the time she reached the bathroom in the corner of the floor, and she grabbed her knees to support herself.
It was as if she lost all sanity at this point. She cackled wildly into the empty air, her laughs echoing through out the empty building. She knocked down the bathroom door and walked in boldly before standing in front of the very mirror that killed her best friend. She looked at her feet, which stood on a floor flooded with blood.
Miku grinned at her best friend. "I'm going to prove that stupid urban legends don't exist! There's no way a mirror can kill a person!"
Rin looked up at the mirror. She only saw herself. Her short blonde hair, which reached just past her shoulders, was tousled and her hair clips were barely holding them back. Her white tank top and yellow shorts were too short. She looked like a hooker.
Her reflection moved its mouth, as if talking. It took a while before Rin could process the endless sounds into words. "Do you miss Miku?"
The blonde nodded desperately, clutching her hands together in front of her chest in hope. Her reflection smiled. "There's no point in missing her." The girl froze in shock.
"She was always the center of attention, you're better off without her anyway. No people will look at you, and not because you were the best friend of the school's idol."
"NO! YOU'RE WRONG! YOU'RE WRONG!"
Tears streamed down Rin's face, but the words had sunk in too deeply. The reflection crawled out of the mirror and wrapped Rin in a warm hug. "There, there. I know a perfect way you can be recognized for who you are, and not who your friends are."
Rin's eyes widened.
The reflection, (or could it still be called that?), let go of her. She lifted up her hand, to reveal that a small knife grew out of it, until it rested in her hand neatly. Rin didn't even flinch as the knife was dragged across her cheek and down her throat. In fact, it felt … like pleasure.
She moaned as the slid all over her, covering her in her own blood. She whimpered as the reflection pulled back, the flood of pain suddenly flooding her senses. She grabbed the knife and dragged it over her arms, her legs, her chest, and every reachable space of skin. It was a wonder her hair still remained the same bright, vivid yellow.
She smiled as she collapsed onto the floor, as the reflection standing above her smiled. Rin's eyes drooped slightly, and she sighed before her face turned back to its uncaring, cold, bland self.
Idea given by one of my friends. Also viewable on my account.
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