Disclaimer: Time and time again, that word haunts me, and will follow me to my grave...
Thanks for the great reviews for the last one. Some of you gave me great ideas... as for the one question on how satanic I was... Hee, tell me what you think... Personally, I believe that everyone has a dark side...
Mine just likes to destroy cartoon characters lives.
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall...
Mirror, mirror on the wall...
I used to use a mirror for meditation. I used to depend on it, need it. It was a way for me to control my emotions. To control the evil that was Trigon. I looked to it as a grounder, something to save me from myself.
Who is the demon you despise most of all?
I never dreamed that it would be my prison.
Mirror, mirror on the wall...
It started simply: I got up, ate with the others, then after making sure that I would not be disturbed, I retreated into my room.
Who is the weakest one of all?
I meditated, and then I picked up my mirror, and let myself into my mind.
Mirror, mirror on the wall...
That was my first mistake. I should have realized the danger, realized that Anger had been far too aggressive lately. Surely the signs of nearly drowning Jinx and almost killing Gizmo would have been enough. Normally, I wouldn't waste so much power and energy on low-rate criminals, but something had changed...
Whose life will change, within them all?
My Emotions are not strong enough to completely take over for good. They are, however, strong enough to trap me inside my mind if I am not careful. And with Terra's betrayal, Cyborg's near crossover, and Red X's return, I had not kept up with my regular routines.
Mirror, mirror on the wall...
Anger saw this, and used it to her advantage. That day I had chosen to go to Nevermore, she cornered me, and with the help of my less favorable qualities, such as Annoyance, Jealousy and Selfishness, trapped me inside my mind. Inside my mirror.
Whose flat surface haunts me, taunts me, forever more...
Days pasted and the portal that once led to the outside world became a viewing device. I watched as Starfire ventured into my room, worry stretching out over her innocent features. Picking up my mirror, she went back to the others to explain in a teary voice that I was not there. I watched as they sent out search parties, watched as they ate in silence, watched as the games that the boys had loved so went untouched.
Mirror, mirror on the wall...
Then, as the weeks turned into months, I watched as one by one my friends slowly got their lives on track. I watched as they grew up; as Beast Boy left behind his jokes in return for movies, as Cyborg left his cars for spaceships, as Starfire left her friendship with Robin for something more... Love.
Show their futures, show them all...
Cyborg kept my mirror with him at all times. Of the remaining four, he was the only one who truly never forgot. As he grew older, he began talking to me, to my mirror, somehow hoping that I would hear.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Then came the sadder days. Robin had died after eighty-two years of life. He left behind a grieving wife, three children and seven grandchildren. I was there, at the funeral. Cyborg had absentmindedly taken my mirror with him, and I watched as Robin's casket was slowly lowered into the ground. I cried then, something I had never done before. I cried because I never really saw the man he had become, save for brief reflection of the rare time he would pick up my mirror and sigh, morning the lost of a friend he hadn't even known. I cried for the both of us, but a few more years soon stopped the flow of tears.
Watch my tears, watch them fall...
Beast Boy was next, which saddened me more than I would like to admit. The small green boy of my youth had been replaced with yet another man I had never known. Though, unlike Robin, he did not leave behind a family. Whether over grief for losing Terra, or losing me, or maybe both, Beast Boy had never married. It was a sad procession, and once again I felt tears trickle down my face.
Mirror, mirror on the wall...
It was inevitable then, that Cyborg would be next. My friend, part machine, part human, the one who I thought could really reach me in all those years I spent inside myself, pasted away quietly. One morning, he did not awake from his charger and it was up to Starfire, who had taken to living in the T-Tower with us, to see to his burial. Whether she was getting forgetful in her old age, or she did it out of respect for all those lost memories, Starfire carried my mirror out to the gravesite, and allowed me one final goodbye.
Watch me grieve, for what's no-more...
Those last few years were sad, yet happy in their way. Her children having forgotten their feeble mother, Starfire was left with no one to talk to, so she took to talking with me, my mirror, in the same way Cyborg had. It was almost if she could really see me, and I tried my best at making her understand that I was still there.
Mirror, mirror on the wall...
Still, it was not long until Starfire's alien life soon gave way, and once again, I was left alone. One of her grandchildren, not forgetting the love that Grandma had bestowed on her, cleared out the tower and buried the Tamaren with the others. When she saw my mirror, something inside her stirred and she picked it up and placed it on top of Starfire's coffin, thinking that I had been some beloved trinket. Now, while my friends have been reunited in some happy afterlife, I am stuck here, in my mirror, my screams silent. My view of the outside world is gone: no more skies, no more sun. I am left with dirt and darkness, hating myself for being so weak all those years ago.
See it end, see it fall...
Maybe, one day, my curse will end and when my emotions truly fade, then maybe I will too. For now, that is all I want.
Mirror, mirror on the wall... end it now, and watch me fall...
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Story behind the Story: I was reading this poem in English, about a mirror speaking about the things it had seen, and my friend mentioned something about how creepy it'd be to be stuck in one. Well, I got thinking, and looking at my own reflection I wondered...
