Poor boy he was so afraid mirrors.
Everyday since he could remember, he had always hated his reflection; he tried to avoid anything that would give him even a glimpse of how he looked.
He was always afraid of them.
It wasn't because he was ugly or he had a terrifying scar it was just he couldn't stand to see his eyes, his smile or lack of it, it was too …empty.
Because they showed his true self.
The rules of society, if you weren't like they wanted you to be then they would make you like that and if they couldn't change you, they would only dispose you like any other thing that wasn't like them.
That being he wanted to forget, he wanted to erase.
He knew that the demon inside him wasn't really the problem, of course it represented the pain of almost everyone there and it did make his life a lot more difficult than it should be, but he knew they wouldn't hurt him for that simple fact, at least not physically.
That being he denied he was.
The real problem was the way he portrayed himself to others, if he had a grin it was most likely because of his pranks, if he was smiling, well that was just him but if he was serious or angry or just not showing any emotion then something was wrong, for others that is, for him those emotions or lack of them were exactly who he was, he just couldn't show it to others.
And he thought he made it disappear at last.
Faking emotions was also something he had always done, he thought about it several times, maybe he shouldn't have done it, that way he wouldn't have to fake for the rest of his life, but no every time that happened he remembered the reason why he had started he just wanted to be like every one else so he had imitated the others; he was 12 now and he knew that he would never be like them no matter how much he tried.
But he was wrong, that reflection of him was his greatest fear and it would never disappear.
By now he had also came to realize that everyone was doing what he was, showing what they were supposed to, they just didn't realize it themselves; only a few others like him knew their truth and just like him, they had decided to keep hidden.
When he finally saw it, he gave up.
He had tried once to be real, it hadn't worked out really well, people were worried, not about him but because of him, what was going through his mind, was he planning to kill us all or to make us suffer, for them the demon represented a threat when it's container wasn't happy or showing other kind of not harmful feelings, if he was then it was just a reason to hate him more, why was he so happy of our pain, they would attack him but they also wouldn't like him; either way it wasn't good for him.
He knew that being would forever stay, in and outside of him.
Now he just avoided mirrors, for as much as he wanted to be himself he still dreamed about being who he was faking to be, this happy boy that didn't care how much everyone hated him, he knew he was tricking himself and he couldn't help to do it over and over again.
Poor boy he is so afraid of mirrors
It wasn't only fear it was also hate for them because they wouldn't let him forget himself.
He will always be afraid of them