Francis was surprised when he saw the person behind the door. The person seemed familiar. Light blonde hair and lavender eyes. Francis was beginning to think it was a past lover until he heard 'papa' and he only knew one person who called him that, his beloved son, Matthew. He let the younger boy inside of his house. Francis got a quick look at the boys face and at that moment he could tell that Matthew had been crying and seemed scared.
"Why don't you sit on the couch Mon petite chéri and I shall get you something to drink, oui?" Francis asked trying to calm Matthew of his scared state. Matthew just solemnly nodded and sat down. A few minutes later Francis came back with drinks and sat across from Matthew in an arm chair.
After a few minutes Matthew spoke, "Papa,"
"Oui Mathieu?" Francis asked, looking over at the other.
"C-Can I tell you something?" Francis could tell Matthew wasn't stuttering out of shyness either.
The Frenchman stared at him intensely, "Anything"
The Canadian sat the drink down on the small table in front of him and started "I've been having these nightmares lately. They start out weirdly, I'm in front of this mirror in a bedroom, it's a full body mirror, and I see myself but its not me all at the same time."
"What do you mean?" Francis asked, setting down his drink too.
"I mean they look like me but…his eyes are darker and so is his hair. Sometimes I see the shining of a knife but I'm not all that sure but the thing that really sets us apart is the look in his eyes. He has this crazed look in his eye like he wants to kill someone. He speaks to me in a low voice, 'Hello Matthew.' I would soon after ask him, 'How do you know my name?' He chuckles so darkly that I'm afraid he's gonna lunge foreword and kill me but he just merely responds, 'I am you…and you are me.' Of course I didn't believe him. Would you?"
Francis shook his head starting to grow afraid for the smaller boy but let him continue his dark tale.
"I told him that too! I told him 'I don't believe you' and he started laughing. He was laughing Papa!" Matthew took a quick breather and continued without interruption.
"He then stepped out of the mirror face to face with me. 'You're so innocent and ready to snap at any moment at any given time.' I would step back a little bit but trip on some unknown thing and land on the bed that was somehow behind me. I would feel the lushness' of the bed and its overwhelming comfort. He came foreword and threw himself over me not putting his weight on me though. It was like looking into a mirror that was at some kind of carnival. You know it's you but it doesn't look like you. His breath was cold as ice against my face. 'As innocent as a child.' His voice was the same as his breath. Tears would threaten to escape my eyes as I would feel his lips connect with my cheek. The kiss was as simple yet terrifying as everything else. I would quickly turn my head away from his face trying to make it all go away but that was where I would make my mistake. 'You don't like me do you?' he would ask a low growl in the back of his throat. My eyes grew wide as he said it. 'I…I…' I didn't know how to respond to the man who haunted my dreams."