How can you live your own life when under someone else's name?
How do you avoid having a little part of that person inside of you?
How do you avoid seeing them every time you look at your reflection?
All you see is their face.
All you can hear is their voice.
All you can feel is their skin.
And you're trapped.
Terrified.
You are becoming them.
"Miles!" His father's voice echoed into his ears. The sound was nearly defining. Miles spun around to only see a mirror. He squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to look at his reflection. The walls seemed to inch toward him, his name being shouted on an endless loop. His eyes shot open, obviously not on his own account. Staring into the mirror he realized that his father was not the one screaming his name, but it was him. Over and over. As he shuffled across the floor to the mirror, he began to realize that he was not himself. His hair was grey and eyes blue, his face aging. Miles clasped his hands over his mouth when he realized who he really was, the glass in front of him shattering and falling in front of him. Images of the first time Miles had actually dodged something breakable flashed in the shattered pieces, making him cringe internally. He had no control of his body.
Miles swallowed, squeezing his eyes shut once more. When he opened them, he saw a fist being hurdled towards his face. His first thought was to dodge it, but he was helpless as it came in contact with him. He looked down at his hand, only to see the top of it redden.
"You use and abuse people..." He heard Tristan's voice echo. "And one day you're gonna wake up and realize that you have nobody..." Miles finally succumbed to the tears in his eyes, letting them fall freely. Images of his father flashed as he cried. He looked back down at the shattered pieces of the mirror, only to see his father staring back at him. He was becoming him. Or worse; he was already him. He crumpled to the ground with that sudden realization.
"This is everything you want to avoid being."
"You are a terrible person."
"You scare me."
He scares himself.
Miles awoke in a cold sweat, rubbing his forehead. He sighed, ignoring the light peaking through his curtains. There was no way in hell he was falling back to sleep any time soon. He rubbed his entire face, only to feel a little bit of wetness on his cheeks.
"What the hell?" He muttered, discovering that he had been crying in his sleep. He shoved his covers aside, dragging himself out of bed and to the bathroom. He stared into the mirror, realizing that he was actually him and not his father. He pointed every feature out on his face that looked anything like him before walking away. He had to start the day sometime.
um: yes I am aware that I suck. This was just another tumblr headcanon that I saw floating around for a while, how Miles was fearing becoming his father and how he had nightmares about it... so... I wrote about ittt *sarcastic woot woot*