This oneshot has to deal with the Pretty Little Liars series.
This story takes place after Jenna gives the note to the girls, in the third book.
Every mirror I pass, I have to look at my reflection.
Something overcomes me and I turn to look at the piece of glass.
People always witness me doing this; Especially that are around me daily.
They call me conceited - selfish.
This wasn't the answer, though.
Nobody knew the real reason.
I guess you can call it instinct, looking in the mirror, after everything that had happened.
I guess I turned towards the anything with a reflective surface, because there seemed to always be a mirror in the room or places of where "it" took place. Whenever "it" happened, I always looked at his expression.
I was searching for guilt or sadness maybe. I always saw very little pain in his eyes, but desperation always overshadowed it. He was so, so desperate for the attention. I realized he found it in me since I was allowing him to do this to me. I only cried once - the first time.
I began to get used to it, almost like a routine. But never once did I like it.
I felt guilty for my brother's loneliness.
Even though I couldn't see the image in the mirror, I could always picture his face, the same face he alway had. It never failed to bring tears to my eyes.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pretty Little Liars nor any of the other books in it's series.
I'm so very sorry this is so short again! Maybe one day I'll write one with chapters. We'll see.