Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters; they belong to Days of Our Lives. The poem is mine.
Note from Author:
This story will be dealing with issues of self mutation in the form of cutting. It will not be a pleasant story to read about falling in love or the drama of relationships. Well, maybe with the relationship the central character has with herself. This story will be focused on the character's journey through this mental illness. This is a warning for the reader, it may be something you do not want to read or know much about.
This story is AU in the character's personalities will be slightly different. This story is based loosely on a true story so the days characters may be altered a little to match the story base. Mainly the young adult characters, Mimi, Brady, Philip, Jason, Shawn, Rex, Cassie, Belle have only known each other for a little while as in a few months to a few years.
Falling from Grace
By Joise
Prologue
She looked at herself in the mirror and didn't know who that woman was staring back at her. It couldn't be Miriam Lockhart, Miriam Lockhart was full of life and zest; no this woman staring back at her was a zombie. Mimi stared at the mirror trying to remember when the last time she felt anything, her body felt hollow, her soul was empty and her feelings were numb longer than she could put a date to. Something had to change, she looked down at the "A" she received from her creative writing class. The poem she wrote about herself.
My Reflection by Miriam Lockhart
I look into the mirror, I see a stranger staring back at me.
She has no emotion, no expression on her face,
It's like the body is there but the spirit is absent,
Off on some journey, or maybe it wasn't there to begin with.
I look into her eyes and I can see the hollowness of her soul,
The emptiness of her heart, and old scars,
The only remains of wounds that once bled into her soul.
I look at her and I can tell that she looks like she feels, nothing,
Not an ounce of emotion takes over her body.
No single emotion can be sensed when I look at her;
Happiness, sadness, anger, hate, rage, none of these do I see.
All I see in the reflection in the mirror, is a zombie,
Waiting for someone to tell her how to act and how to feel;
And that zombie girl will create that person right before their eyes.
When I look into the mirror, I see a stranger staring back at me;
Leaving me to ponder these thoughts:
Who are you? Are you real? Or just a figment of someone else's nightmares?
For the longest time she wished for that person to wake up, but here she lies in the dark waiting. Always waiting to feel something other than the emptiness inside. "No one knew the real me," she thought, "How could they? They chose to see what they wanted to see and I became that person for them."
The emptiness was too overwhelming for her, she had to feel. "I want to feel again," she said to the empty room, "and I will."
She walked towards to the kitchen and grabbed a knife from the block, "I'm going to feel something," she said as she pulled her sleeve up and pressed the cold metal against her skin, "It ends now."
Mimi pushed down at her skin and scratched the skin, thinking it would hurt. She dropped the knife in shock, numb. All she felt was numb. "It's still there!" she screamed to the empty room, dropping to the floor in tears, "Why can't I feel?" she asked no one in particular, "I just want to feel."
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