I was alone at home during that week. Those mornings I often woke up to a sweet scent and I always seemed to have a song stuck in my head. I often hummed it as I went about my morning while my brothers were at school or work. I thought nothing of it until the final night. I went to bed not wanting to go back to school. I woke up that night with the same song stuck in my head.
It wasn't until I sat up in bed that I realized it wasn't in my head. Someone was humming the song. I looked around before my eyes fell onto my mirror. My breathing stopped and I froze in fear. My mirror was glitching, kind of like a video game glitch. I opened my mouth to call my brother but nothing came out. The mirror stopped glitching and looked normal.
I stupidly stood and walked over to it to make sure everything was fine. Sure enough I saw my own reflection staring at me, mimicking my every move. A small red spot on the mirror caught my attention. I bent over to get a closer look as I tried to rub it off. My eyes glared at the spot as it wouldn't come off before something else caught my attention.
The way my finger was reflected onto the mirror was off. When you touch a mirror, there should be a gap between your finger and reflection, but it wasn't there. My eyes moved up and I regretted it almost instantly. I saw my face mimicking my surprised expression but this was far different from my face.
Instead of my sharp green eyes, I saw big soft blue ones. My hair seemed lighter with a shade of pink and there were freckles all over my face. I slowly reached up to feel the freckles on my own face as the image in front of me mimicked me exactly. The reflection gave a surprised look before giving off a smile.
My stomach turned as the person on the other end slowly waved at me with a friendly smile. He began to point at the mirror with pleading eyes. I shook my head in confusion and watched the other figure sigh before the mirror began to glitch again. I watched the other figure leave completely, leaving me with my real reflection.
I ran into Allistor's room and jumped on his bed, earning an earful like old times. Eventually I was sent into my own room because I was too old to go into my other brothers' rooms. I didn't sleep much after that. However the tapping came back. Every night I would wake up to the tapping and I would always hide beneath my blanket to avoid seeing the other person.
I started loosing alot of sleep so that's why when I looked at my reflection, I could have sworn it was just my mind playing tricks on me. It must have been a month after the first incident but when I woke up and went to wash my face, I looked into the mirror and saw my hair was a slight shade of pink. I blinked and tried to comprehend what I was seeing. Deciding I was too tired to think I just went up to my brother Aaron who was passing by. When I asked him what color my hair was he just looked at me surprised before giving a small smile. "It's blonde, just like Dylan's. Don't worry it looks fine," he said before walking away. I just sighed and went back into the bathroom. My hair was back to blonde so I just shrugged it off and went to school.
Leave it to Kiku to realize something was wrong. When he asked I just told him I was loosing sleep. I told him it was just a phase of insomnia, that it would pass soon, and he only nodded. I didn't want to worry him. However as the day went by I started to see more changes in my self. I often saw my reflection with pink hair more often and sometimes my eyes would appear blue. My skin paled in the next few days making the bags under my eyes more noticeable and my weight was dropping.
"Arthur. What's wrong with you?" Allistor asked one day as I was going sitting at the dinner table, falling asleep. I told him I was only tired and they all looked at me suspiciously. Aaron asked if I was sick and I told him no. I gave up trying to make these three believe me, so I just lied now. "Perhaps we should take you to see a doctor. You don't look well," Dylan said. Aaron agreed and Allistor got angry when I told him I didn't need one.
I wasn't allowed to go to school the next day while Aaron took me to see a doctor. I only stared out the car window silently until the familiar building came into view. When I asked Aaron why we were he here he only gave me a worried look. "You need to see her again, Arthur. You need real help," he said as he pulled me into my old therapist's office.