Austin's POV
I began to make my way to our table with the delicious smell of pizza filling my nostrils. But I quickly hid behind the trash can, Ally was talking with some...DALLAS?! What the hell is going on here? I tried to listen in on the conversation but failed miserably, as he began to walk away I acted as if nothing happened and made my way to Ally. She began to talk but I honestly wasn't really listening, why was Dallas talking to her? Do they know each other from before? Or maybe she called him over to talk..who knows.
"And I was all, yeah I'm a pro!" Ally giggled to herself, she looked so cute when she did that. The way her lips curled into a small smile and her voice...but that's not important right now, why was Ally talking with Dallas? It's really none of my business but...it's just Dallas doesn't deserve someone as great as Ally! He as Cassidy! But, whatever...Ally is probably head over heels in love with Dallas. I mean he's like a great dude and all...whatever.
"Well, see you Monday, Austin. Thanks for inviting me to the mall today I had so much fun! It was really great looking at all the stores!" Ally had a smile on her face as she said goodbye, wait, when did we leave the mall? I don't even remember driving...or even getting up from the table to leave! Well whatever, the good thing is that she's happy. She walked through the glass doors to her apartment building and, I just walked away towards my lonely home.
"I'm home!" Why did I even say that? It's not like anyone is going to respond anyways. I walked up towards my room and left my bags on the floor...I feel so..empty inside. This same feeling comes every time Ally leaves my side, I don't know why, but, it just happens. Honestly, this feeling has always been by my side but, when I'm with Ally...it's like the gap in my heart is full and I can laugh, feel sad, angry, jealous. I can feel...feelings again. Like...sometimes I think my body is just a walking corpse, no soul, no feelings, no heart, no nothing...just a dead corpse walking this big, bad world.
My tired body felt relief when I plopped myself on my bed and stared at my ceiling. It's been forever since the urge to do ''that'' came back...like maybe 4 months or so but, the promise I made Dez...Ahhhhh. I remember that day like it was yesterday.
It was a dark summer night and no one was home, or so I had thought. Another life in hell, as I would say. I was looking at my self in the mirror of my bathroom, as usual I hated the reflection. I would look and be scared of myself, I was and still am my own bully. Like, I was ugly, useless, weak, scared, lost, just a heavy piece of luggage. And the person in the mirror would remind me all those stupid words and more, that day I broke my mirror. I grabbed the cheap disposable razor and took it apart with my shaky hands. It was nice to feel the cool razor dig into me skin, leaving a red line were it once stood. The pain somehow had the power to relieve my inner pain and convert it into physical pain, I prefer physical pain over emotional pain any day. That day my left arm had many new scars close to my wrist, and many on my stomach. Just one more cut, the vain, to say goodbye. "Austin!" someone shrieked my name from the bathroom door, it was open anyways, It was Dez. But for some reason he didn't ask why, after his little panic dance he cleaned me up and disinfected my fresh cuts. He didn't laugh when tears fell down my red cheeks...he didn't say anything until a few days later.
After that Dez made me promise if I had the urge to do so again, to talk to him, someone, anyone, instead of doing "that". But today...I'm not so sure if I can hold that promise for longer. I decided to call Dez and talk, before doing it again.
Ally's POV
I was hanging up my new clothes when my phone rang, it was Austin.
"Hey A-" He interrupted me and began to talk, he sounded scared and freaked out.
"Dez, bro. I know that promise I made you but I think I need to break it. I'm sorry man I just can't hold on any longer and today I saw Dallas talking with Ally and I'm worried they might like each other or something. Like Dallas is a great guy but someone like Ally doesn't deserve him, she deserves better! And every time Ally leaves my side I feel empty inside and the dark thoughts fill my head, tempting me to do...it. So before doing...that...again I thought it would be important to call you...incase something goes wrong. Plus doing...that...makes me feel happy. I'm trying Dez, I really am. I mean everyone else is happy, so why can't I be to? So, we'll talk later, hopefully."
Beep Beep Beep Beep
I threw my phone on the bed, put on the closest sneakers I had next to me, locked my door and ran as fast as I could towards Austin's house. What did he mean by that? What the hell is he trying to do?! My running got faster and faster but, I tripped over a rock and rolled a little down the road scraping myself up a lot. I didn't care, Austin needs someone to save him before it's to late. Is it raining? A drop of water fell on my head, then 2 drops, then 5, then it started to rain really hard. My sweater began to feel heavy against my fragile body. Since when has my apartment building felt so far away from his house?
"Austin! Austin! Austiiin!" My voice screamed his name over and over again, making my throat hurt. Maybe he can hear me, maybe, just maybe.
By now my body was completely drenched, my eyes felt heavy from crying the whole way here making my vision a little blurry. I was panting and out of breath by the time I reached his door, I fumbled with the knob and, luckily, it was unlocked.
There were pills strewn all over the place. The couch, on the stairs, in the kitchen. All different shapes and sizes, the cabinet doors were open. It seemed to be a medicine cabinet, maybe he was looking for a medication? He wasn't downstairs so I ran up the steps, tripping a bit but catching my fall. I checked all the rooms, but there was one left, the bathroom. The last door on the hall, what if I see something I don't want to see? Like his limp body against the bathroom wall? Or an empty bottle of pills?
After a few minutes of struggling I threw open the bathroom door, tears streaming down my face. And I thought I was done crying. My shaking hands went to cover my mouth, and I fell on my knees.
Oooooooo cliff hanger! Hahahaha! So, sorry for not uploading. I was gonna upload on the 30th of October, and I got farther than this but my laptop just turned off and I didn't save...I never really save until I finish the chapter. Bad habit. So, tell me in the reviews what you think happened! This chapter kind of hints why the fanfic is called Mirrors. So, hope you liked that Dallas was the mystery guy! I would tell you how important or what he does in this story but no!