Allen glared at the image reflecting off the mirror, his bawled fist leaning against it, supporting his body.
He intensified the glare, looking at the figure in the mirror, a dark, twisted shadow, with a large smile reaching to the ends of it's face. With round eyes, that were looking no where, and everywhere. The eyes that made Allen feel they were boring into his very soul, tearing his mind apart.
He grit his teeth, clenching his eyes shut. He didn't want to look at that thing…that thing that was plaguing his mind, the thing he was afraid he would one day become.
"Play"
The voice called out to him in a whisper, echoing in his head. Allen hissed "get out of my head…."
He hated this! He hated it so much! He felt so weak, so helpless, so used!
He was Allen Walker, and no one else. So why was this mysterious presence threatening to erode his very existence?!
Allen sighed, looking at the floor and letting his white bangs fall over his eyes. He let his hand slide down the mirror as he fell onto his knees, his arms hanging limply at his side.
Allen felt like he couldn't take it anymore, that he could feel his mind slipping away, and his soul falling into endless darkness.
It was so hard, going on every day, acting like everything was okay. Pretending like it didn't hurt. Pretending like he wanted to keep living.
But he had to.
He had promised Mana. He had to keep walking, no matter what.
"But Mana…" Allen said, in a voice barely above a whisper. "What should I do…? My legs are so heavy now…"
His entire frame was shaking, as leaned forward, his palms flat on the floor to support himself. His breath was coming in shaky gasps now, as the tears threatened to overflow from his eyes.
"I don't even know…where to go anymore…"
Allen clenched his hands, his knuckles starting to turn white. He raised himself up on shaky legs, staring straight in the mirror.
He suddenly felt a pang of pain ripple through him, as he fisted strands of his hair, biting his lip to stop himself from screaming in agony.
He lifted his eyes and looked, it was laughing at him, mocking him. His mouth draw up in a twisted smile.
He gave a cry of frustration, as his fist collided with the mirror, shards dropping to the ground like snow, gathering around him.
Tears were rolling down his face now, staining the ground beneath him. He gripped table, attempting to steady himself.
His knee's were shaking, as well as his entire body. He was taking long, deep breathes, trying to stop the flow of tears.
He stumbled over to the bed, laying his head down on the pillow.
Through the entire night, his quiet sobs filled the room, as he cried himself into a nightmare filled slumber.