Chapter 14
Mirrors
Wild horses, i wanna be like you, throwing caution to the wind, i'll run free too.
Wish i could recklessy love, like i'm longing to, i wanna run with the wild horses...
Airiana burst into the empty bathroom and all she saw was a long line of mirrors.
She ran to the first and bent over the sink.
She looked up at her reflected image.
Her metallic purple eyes staring into her metallic purple eyes.
But that reflection wasn't her.
This wasn't her.
She could feel it.
She hung her head.
Not only had she let her family down.
She was letting herself down.
She was him.
Triston.
Her soulmate.
And she ran.
She ran.
Shame.
She wouldn't have done that before.
Not if she were home.
But she's at a prep college in Chicago.
Far from home.
She splashed water over her face and looked up at the image.
Nope.
Nothing changed.
She sighed and dried her face with one of those paper towles.
In Gym, she just wasn't up to it.
Not this version of herself.
Any other time, she loved punching the shit out of things.
But not after her eppifany.
This wasn't her.
She sat in a corner by herself.
Watching the others, such as Morgead, lifting weights and doing push-ups.
Even Blaise was getting some action.
But Airiana wasn't.
All she was doing was watching.
She'd been on the playing field all her life.
But now, she was on the side-lines.
Sometimes, it felt like she was watching herself.
Another soul in her body playing her part.
She was in the audience, front row but oblivious to even herself.
Like mirrors.
For selective sports, she chose basketball.
No one else chose basketball in her class.
She was alone on the court, practicing her shots.
She used to be good at basketball.
But she was missing every single shot.
Throwing hopelessly at the hoop and the backboard, with no points scored.
Now I definitey know somethings up, she thought.
Airiana, Jeremy and Sam used to play games of basketball every afternoon.
Every afternoon.
But that stopped when Sam died.
Maybe the real Airiana stopped when Sam died.
Now that Jeremy's gone too, there is no real Airiana.
There's a big gaping hole, that can never be filled.
She really has lost everything.
She didn't listen in Blood initiative at all.
She had no idea what was going on.
She was watching the world change aroung her.
She figured the class was just lessons on resisting the urge to drink blood.
She was already good at that.
She was turned off when she had Sam's blood all over her hands.
She felt dizzy.
Her vision was blurring.
She began to see double.
Like mirrors.
She sipped from a bottle of water on her desk.
Nope.
Nothing changed.
In music, all she had to was write sheet music, which would've been easy, if she could see properly.
She saw blurs of tremble clefs and barlines on her page.
She wanted desperately to miss the Circle Daybreak.
But she had to go.
She hoped Triston.
She got back to her room and saw a reflection of the new Airiana in something.
Mirrors.