I went to bed exhausted but no matter how tired I was and how heavy my eyelids felt, I couldn't fall asleep. The only thing I heard for a few hours was the ticking of my clock and my own breathing. I layed that night contemplating if maybe I truly was just crazy. I didn't know what to think anymore. It has always been this way, no matter how much treatment I get, I would never be sane. I was just in the way for my brothers, just a reason to throw away precious time and money on. I honestly thought that ending it was my best bet.
I pushed the blanket off myself and planted my bare feet onto the cold wooden floor. I slowly made my way over to my closet window and sat in front of it with my legs crossed. I gently tapped on it, staring at my own reflection. It didn't take long before my mirror glitched like a screen and the other me appeared. Blue eyes widened before my reflection smiled at me. It waved and I slowly waved back. "Can I ask you a few things?" I asked and the person on the other end nodded, his smile never faltering.
"Who are you?" The person spoke and went on for a bit but no noise came out. "Come again?" I asked leaning closer. Again the person talked but nothing was heard. "I'm sorry, I can't hear you." The person sighed before tapping his chin in thought. It was then that his face lit up and he leaned foward. He breathed onto the glass, fogging it up and writing in neat cursive, 'Arthur Kirkland'. I felt shocked and he quickly erased it before writing again. 'But you can call me Oliver.' I nodded. "So you really are me. Are you from another dimension or something?" I asked and the person nodded again.
I let out a small chuckle from amazement. Perhaps I was crazy, but being crazy was an amazing experience. After all, I was talking to my own self from another dimension. It was like out of a sci-fi movie. "What am I like in your world? What do I like to do?" I asked excitedly. The pink haired me smiled and pulled out a tray of cupcakes frosted with pink icing and blue sprinkles. "I can bake? That's amazing, so you're the one leaving those sweets behind," I said and the other nodded.
"Do I have brothers in that world too?" I asked gaining another cheerful nod. "I do? What are they like?" I watched as 'Oliver' held up a cupcake and smiled brightly. "Colorful?" I asked confused. Oliver laughed and shook his head before holding the cupcake out again. "Oh, sweet!" He nodded, making his wavy pink hair bouncy slightly. "Wow. Can I tell you something?" Oliver nodded and sat closer.
"My brothers in this world, well I used to always think they were jerks. They always bullied me and called me names, and I grew up hating them. Now, I can see I'm just in their way. They spend so much money on me for my medication because everyone thinks I'm crazy. Can you believe that? I'm crazy," I said clearly upset. I looked to my other self who sat with a frown. He fogged up the glass again and wrote, 'You're not the crazy one, Arthur.' I smiled and nodded. "That's right, I'm not. I probably just have an opened third eye so I can see what others can't!" I explained making the other nod and clap with a large smile.
He stopped and began to point at the mirror. "What is it?" I asked. He again wrote on the glass. 'Can you open it? I don't like being here.' I gave a confused look. "I don't think I can open it. Besides why would you want to come out here? Your place sounds so much better, I think I would rather be there," I said ignorantly. Oliver nodded excitedly. He pointed to himself before pointing at me and repeating it. "You want to switch places?" I asked gaining eager nods.
"Is that okay with you? I can really go?" I asked. The person nodded before looking up and fading away, leaving me with my real reflection. "Hey, where did you go?" I asked tapping the mirror. "Arthur?" I looked up to see Allistor standing behind me from the mirror reflection. I quickly turned back and was met with a worried look.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked. "I was talking to Oliver," I answered gaining a strange expression I couldn't read exactly. "What? Who's Oliver?" He asked. It was then I realized my predicament and slowly shrank. If I explained that Oliver was me from another dimension who talked to me through my mirror, he would think I'm crazy. Then I would surely be put back on those pills and it cost him plenty. I was supposed to be acting sane, not proving that I was mentally not right.
"N-noone," I replied softly. He raised an eyebrow and clicked his tongue. "Why are you awake anyways?" "I couldn't sleep," I replied before standing. "I'll go to bed right now. Sorry for waking you," I said making my way to bed. I sat down and pulled the covers on and shrank as he continued to stare at me.
He sighed and climbed onto my bed, sitting so he was facing me. "Look, I know we ain't been good to ya growing up, but we're here now. If something is bothering ye, it's fine to tell us." My eyes widened as I looked at him. "I dun' know what yer going through but I'm worried. Dylan's worried too and Aaron is fucking pissing himself. We want ye to get better so we will pay any price. If the damn pills help than we'll get 'em for ye, don't think yer being a bother. You're our wee baby brother, we want you to be happy. I dun' think yer crazy, but there's something not right and we are gunna help you, okay?"
I nodded, amazed at what I was hearing. Never had I ever thought I'd hear Allistor say something like that. I never thought he would care or admit to being worried about me. "Do you really think I'm not crazy?" I asked as I fumbled with the blanket. "Aye. Dun' ye worry 'bout it," he said ruffling my hair. I nodded, my lips twitching into a small smile. "Now go to sleep," he said climbing off my bed. "Wait. Can I sleep with you tonight?" I asked. He turned with an irritated look. "What are ye, a little girl? Sleep in your own room I ain't gonna spoil you that much," he said scowling at me.
I gave a frown and he sighed. "Fine, but you better sleep," he said turning back around. I quickly jumped out of bed and followed him out. I took one final peek to my mirror and left, following Allistor into his room and climbing into his bed. I fell asleep and woke up some point at night, feeling Allistor gently stroking my hair. I pretended I was still asleep, enjoying the soft attention I was getting before falling asleep again.
I woke up the next morning cold and turned to see Allistor already gone from the bed. I slowly got up and trudged to my own room to get my uniform. I looked at my closet mirror subconsciously and turned away before my eyes shot back and widened. I blinked multiple times and grabbed at my hair. I let them fall to my face and rubbed it hard before looking back at the mirror. I reached over and tapped it before my eyes noticed my hands. I inspected them curiously before I realized this wasn't like other times. This wasn't just my reflection nor just my mind playing tricks on me.
I tried to scratch the freckles off my hand and arms until my skin was red and bleeding. I hissed and looked back at the mirror hoping to see a change but no. My hair was still wavy and a light pink color. My eyes were blue and my skin was slightly paler and I was covered in freckles. I screamed and the door busted open showing Allistor and Aaron before Dylan soon joined them. I looked at them crying and they looked at me horrified. Dylan's eyes were wide and Aaron had his hands over his mouth. "Arthur, what the fuck happened?" Allistor yelled coming up to me. "I don't know. It won't go away, the freckles don't go away!" I yelled as Allistor looked at me confused.
"Arthur what are you talking about? What freckles? What did you do to your arms?" Allistor asked taking my wrist and looking at the bloody scratches. I looked back at the mirror and my eyes widened. No more freckles. No more pink and no more blue. This wasn't happening. I surely looked crazy now. "Why are you just standing there? Get the first aid kit!" Allistor yelled and Dylan quickly ran out. "Arthur," Aaron said softly. "I'm not crazy!" I yelled, tears spilling from my eyes. Both Aaron's and Allistor's eyes widened and they stared at me. "I'm not! I don't want to go back. I don't want to take the pills, I don't want to see him anymore," I said collapsing on the floor. "Arthur. Please just calm down," Aaron said before Dylan ran back with the first aid kit. I continued to sob while Allistor cleaned my arms and wrapped them.
"Arthur," he said quietly. "What happened?" His voice was trembling and I looked up to see him looking terrified. "Who were you talking to last night? Who the fuck is Oliver and tell me why the fuck you were hurting yourself this bad," he yelled standing back up. "If I tell you than you'll think I'm crazy," I said quietly. "Arthur, look at me." I turned to see Dylan crouching beside me with a serious face. "Arthur you are crazy," he said bluntly. "Dylan!" Aaron yelled as Allistor scowled at him. "No! He has to hear this!" He yelled staring at me. "Arthur, you're crazy," he repeated as my eyes widened in shock. "You're fucking mental and you have to accept this already so we can take the next damn step already," he said sternly. "We all have to accept it. He's crazy and he always has been!" We all looked down guiltily. It's true, we've always known it, we were just avoiding it as long as we could. We were acting as if it would just pass. If we ignored it long enough, it would go away but it's only gotten worse.
"The question now is, what are we going to do about it?" We looked at Dylan who was looking at us with expectation. "We help him," Aaron said. "Aye. We're brothers so we're going to help ye, Artie," Allistor said. I nodded before crying again. I felt arms wrap around me and I looked up to see Dylan hugging me. It didn't take long until Aaron and Allistor joined in too. "We're going to help you, Arthur. I promise," Aaron said and I truly believed it. I believed that things were going to change.