Mirror on the wall, here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You've been my only friend
You told me that they cant understand the man I am
So why are we here talkin' to each other again
― Mirror by Lil Wayne ft. Bruno Mars

I wake up before the sun comes up the next morning; the room I slept in was dark. It had been the first time that I did not have a nightmare from my games in months. I got more than a couple of hours asleep last night. Pulling myself up I run my hands through my dark hair. I fell asleep in my glasses; they are now smudged and have dark spots that block my vision. When I rise out of bed, I exit my silent room and head for the bathroom.

When the light flickers on, I notice myself in the mirror. My dark hair is curly, not straight like usual, and it knots around my head. Taking off my glasses, I blurrily gaze into the mirror, I had dark circles under my eyes. My pale cheeks are flushed with red. "She is back," I whisper, "get away." The person in the mirror seems to smirk back at me; she seems to mock me.

"Go away," I shout, batting at the air in front of me. I slip on the bathroom rug and fall back; I try to protect my head the best as I could. Turning onto my side when I fall to the floor I stare at the bathroom door, tears running down my face. Eventually my eyes fall to the white floor, it was too blurry to see a thing. Beetee knocks on the door, but regards any welcome inside and opens the door. He notices me and takes steps toward me and kneels down, "oh Cecil. What happened?"

"The monster, she is back. She is in the mirror, mocking me. She made me fall," I choke out between my tears. Beetee looks up at the mirror for a second and gets off his knee to go look. He stares at it for a second and comes back to help me up. I grab onto his hand and pull myself up; I felt no pain from the fall. "Now look in the mirror," he pulls his arm over my shoulder and walks me over to the mirror.

The monster was standing next to Beetee. She had no emotion standing next to him. She felt to no comfort or reassurance like I did when he was around. I start crying once again, but this time into Beetee's shoulder. "There, there, now come downstairs, I will make some tea and make a phone call," he whispered to me. I nod my head and he leads me downstairs.

I take a seat on his large love seat; I pull myself up and sit there quietly. My body felt tense, it just sat there in pain. Seconds later, I feel relief as Beetee walks in with a pot of tea and two cups. He lays it down on the coffee table and pours me a cup and hands it to me. "I will be back, please do not leave," he whispers, heading back into the kitchen. I sit there, trying to hear on his conversation.

There was a faint sound, but you could hear Beetee. "Well I need somebody to look at her, you are the only guy that I know," he quietly speaks, "thank you, see you in twenty minutes." He hangs up the phone and comes back and takes a seat back across from me. His smile was devious, but it fades quickly as he takes a sip of his tea. I had not touch mine. "Who did you call?" I question him.

"A friend," Beetee answers me, "he is coming over in a little bit to see you."

"What might this friends occupation be?" I reply back.

"He is a doctor, Cecil just stop complaining, he is a nice guy. He just is worried about your well-being. Anyways, lets talk about you. I did not get to speak to you much in the Capitol," Beetee adds taking a sip of his tea, "I forget your token, what was it?"

"My dog tags, the one you get when you are a genetic engineered baby. I still wear them as a sign of strength," I reply, but there is another question, "do you think I am loony?"

"You mean crazy? No, just emotionally unstable. Do not worry, I did not call this guy so you can go to the nut house," he assures me, "who is the monster you talk about? Why does she scare you?"

"That monster is something I saw when I was coming back to the Capitol. I saw her in the safety glass; " I reply to his question, "she followed me out from the arena. She hangs over me like the plague. She is always there."

"Oh is that it?" he takes another sip of his tea, "she followed you from the games?" I nod my head. Everything goes quiet then. I sit and start to drink my cup of tea. It is warm and taste like caramel. Beetee stares at me, like he was examining me. There is a knock on the door and he gets up to answer it.

A man in a dark dress suit walks in, he has glasses just like Beetee, but his hair is gray with little strips of black. Beetee whispers something into his ear before he greets me on the couch, "Hello Cecil, I am Dr. Witchell, I am here to examine you." I talk to him for about two hours, I could tell because sun was staring to shine though the east side windows. Eventually he hands me his clipboard and tells me to read it over to make sure everything was right. "I, I can not," I stutter, "I have Dyslexia. "

"Oh that is fine dear, I will read it out loud to you," he smiles at me and starts reading through his notes.

I nod my head, "everything sound right, the monster, the death, the insecurities. What is wrong with me?"

"Well I just want you to stay with Beetee for awhile, you never know Mr. Chaang might get lucky," Dr. Witchell chuckles to himself, and Beetee shoos him off the couch he adds one more thing before leaving the home, "I will call you later Ms. Taylor." He closes the door behind him and returns to me.

"Sorry about the comment that Michael made, he has a habit of doing that. He says I am crazy since I have not married or even dated yet," Beetee's cheeks where painted with a blush, "he is trying to get me a date."

"It is fine," I whisper to him, "not all of us want people hooking us up with people that we do not know." We sit back and watch a Capitol T.V. announcement. It was about the Victory Tour and the date has been released. I was going to be touring Panem in about two months. "Is the Victory Tour horrible?" I ask Beetee quietly, staring at the screen that shows the Capitol's seal.

"I will not lie, yes. You see the depressed families of those who lives were lost; you get to see the survivors who are just as pitiful as the families. That is why me and Wiress are there for you, so you can stand going through this," Beetee answers, but he changes the subject quickly, "so you have Dyslexia? My sister had that, I tutored her, and I can help you out since the doctor does not want you to leave. "

"That sounds nice," I whisper to him, "tell me when you want to do it."

"How about tonight, at seven, in the library?" he replied to me, "I have an inventors meetings with a factory producer today. I can give up some inventing time for that."

"That is fine, but I am going back upstairs to go back to sleep if you need me," I whisper, "see you later."

"See you," he whispered, walking over to the coat hanger and putting on his coat, "there are leftovers in the fridge if you get hungry." Beetee quickly puts on his shoes before leaving the house.

I head back to my quiet room and lie on the large queen bed once again and bury myself in the gray cover and sheets. I was thinking over what the doctor commented on. Why did he think Beetee would get lucky? I am a nut; he is smart and organized and deserves somebody better. Then again, opposites can attract, just like a magnet. I shake off any thought about the Doctor and try to go back to sleep.

This time I have a dream of a mirror. Just a mirror in a dark room, a light hits the mirror and shows the monster. The monster was I. It followed my every movement and moved the mirror along with it. Eventually it grabs onto me and traps me into the mirror. I wake up with a fright. Peering over the clock I notice that it is five thirty and I could hear my stomach rumble.

I head downstairs to find Beetee home early from his meeting. He was eating a turkey sandwich and was reading the newspaper. When I enter the kitchen he peers up and smiles, "I am home early, if you want to do the tutoring. Really I do not feel like inventing tonight."

"Well can we bring some cookies with us when we go down there?" I ask him.

He nods his head and gets up from his chair, "yes we can, I will make some tea as well. Go ahead and go downstairs, I will meet you there." Nodding my head I left the kitchen and started to make my way down the basement stairs. I turn on a switch and the lights come on. It is a small library, no bigger than a small apartment. It was painted in orange hues; there are rows of dark wood bookcases. A white love seat was placed in the corner, along with a dark wood coffee table. There were books stacked on the coffee table.

I sit on the love seat and stare at the library. I never been in one, I always feared going into one. When Beetee comes downstairs, I notice the plate that he brought with him. "Need help?" I ask him, he shakes his head and lays the plate next to the stack of books. He had a plate of chocolate cookies, two cups of green tea, and some dried fruit. It smelt amazing.

"Okay, let me get a book," Beetee smiles at me and walks away. I pick up a cookie and dip it in my tea. I let the flavor run over my tongue, it was delicious. I sit back and just enjoy my cookie. When he comes back, my cookie was gone. The book he brought back was large, one that a parent would read to their three year old. "I know it is a book for younger kids, but this helped my sister start reading at the beginning," he whispers and twitches a little bit, "lets begin."

Beetee sits down next to me and opens the book. I scoot closer to him to see the book. He sits there quietly and starts to give me directions how to read. Eventually I get a page read and he closes the book. He whispers a great job and lays it to the side before grabbing a cookie and some tea. He leans his head back and sighs and stares in my direction. I stare back, we are like that for minutes.

Surprise and shock; Beetee leans in and plants his lips onto mine. I sit there with my eyes wide open. He wraps his arms around my upper back. I close my eyes and take in this moment of passion and put my hand on his face. The kiss was intimate; his hands slide slowly to my mid back. When the kiss breaks, I am disappointed. His face was stern looking back at me. He removes his arms and gets up, "I am sorry, that was not supposed to happen."

When he starts to walk away, I grab onto his wrist, "no do not leave me, that was amazing."

Beetee shakes me off, "I am not supposed to do that, well, give me time to think. Goodnight." He walks away and leaves me by myself in the library. I grab the kids book next to the tray and walk out of the basement, turning off the light on my way out. He was long gone by now, up in his room doing who knows what. I do the same, heading upstairs and plopping straight onto my bed.

I prop the book on my bedside table and stare at it. My gaze never leaves the cover with a large picture and the green text. A smile reaches my lips, thinking about tonight and what happened. I shut my eyes and let slumber take over. Tomorrow was going to be another day.