I've been in my room ever since. I can still faintly hear Aaron trying to talk to me through my door. I think Dylan is calling Allistor.

I refuse to look anywhere away from the notebook as I write this now, because for the past hour all I've heard was the familiar. Tap. Tap. Tap.

I don't even know where it's coming from anymore. Whether it's my mirror or head, I don't care anymore.

I just refuse to let it go on. Medication won't make it stop.

I'm sorry Allistor. I'm sorry Aaron. I'm sorry Dylan. I'm sorry Bella. Whether I'm crazy or not, I want it to stop.

Oliver has been knocking on my mirror, or perhaps it's my forgotten sanity.

That sounds more correct. After all, only someone with a poisoned mind would think to do what I'm about to.

I don't know where the real Alfred is. If he truly died or ended up in the other world.

I don't know if Matthieu still lives or not in the other dimension, nor can I tell you what happened to the Vargas brothers.

But I can tell you what happened to me. I was driven by the tapping of a mirror that hung on my closet door.

A mirror that held either insanity or a different world. No matter which it held though, I refuse to let it continue tapping.

This is goodbye.

My name was Arthur Kirkland, and I found myself in a very strange predicament. But I have the best solution.

...

Arthur closed the journal and stood from his desk, ignoring the voices from his door. He approached the mirror and stared at Oliver who had a twisted grin on his face.

"This is goodbye old chap." He said before tearing the mirror off his closet door and throwing it on the floor.

It shattered to hundreds of pieces and he could hear pounding and screaming from his brothers. He watched the remaining board of the mirror move as if someone were underneath it.

He picked up a shard of glass, clutching it tightly in his hand. He took a deep breath and put it up to his neck.

...

By the time Allistor arrived and kicked down the door, they found Arthur laying on the floor already gone. The mirror layed shattered and Arthur clutched a broken piece of glass in his hand full of blood.

...

The following week Allistor picked up the notebook and read through it. He scowled at the writing and went to pick up the red notebook that Arthur had mentioned.

He flipped through it and gave a shaky sigh as tears fell. He closed the red notebook and clutched it tightly, letting his head fall as he took it all in.

...

Aaron went to go see the therapist to talk about Arthur. "Ms. Bella, I was curious. Did Arthur ever mention a red notebook?" He asked. The blonde thought before lighting up.

"Yes. I worked with a young boy a few years back who was depressed. You know the one, Francis. Well his son ended up doing so much better and so his father donated a lot of blank notebooks to me.

"Arthur grew rather fond of a red one I had so I let him keep it. He said it was going to be kept as a diary." Aaron nodded, feeling himself tear up. "Okay well thank you. For everything," he said standing up.

"No. I'm sorry I wasn't enough help. It's a shame what happened to him," she said. "I brought your book back. Thank you for letting me see it," he said giving Bella back the book.

She took the diary and smiled. "Come back any time. I hope you and your brothers do well," she said. Aaron nodded and left.

...

"What is that?" Dylan asked as he spotted Aaron sitting on Arthur's old desk, clutching something. "A notebook that Arthur was reading," he said. Dylan took it and flipped through the pages.

"Did you say he was reading it?" Dylan asked. Allistor sniffled and nodded. "But... This entire notebook is empty," Dylan said.

"Aye." Allistor replied, tearing up again as he looked back down at the notebook that held Arthur's written story.

(End)

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A:N: I have to admit, despite this story not being very popular, I really liked it. I feel like I wrote something closer to my own style so a lot of my favorite written lines are in this story.

Just an explanation though, Arthur was crazy. It was hinted from the very beginning that it was all fake. Alfred disappeared after his mother was murdered and it made Arthur just completely snap. From there his mind began to warp and create another story where he wasn't crazy and weird stuff was just going on.

The reality of Alfred's disappearance is that his father started to grow crazy (possibly abusive towards the mother) and Alfred noticed it and starts acting up. After his mother is killed it's possible that either his father killed him too or he really did run away and was never found. (You can decide) Alfred does mention someone banging on his mirror but that was a figure of speech referring to his parents harshly hitting sensitive subjects. This is where Arthur got the idea of mirror tapping from.

The tapping does represent reality though and so does the mirror. That's why it only shows Oliver who is meant to be his crazy personality and why he himself can't open it. (Also notice, the cupcakes were a huge hint. How could Oliver pass him cupcakes if the passage is one sided. He really is crazy) Him breaking the mirror is him finally snapping and ends up committing suicide.

The Vargas brothers I planned for them to have more in the story but nothing came up. The north American brothers are also just figment of imagination and it helped when Bella gives him the notebook and tells Aaron about Francis and Matthieu (who was really just depressed) and their situation.

Arthur imagined the rest so Bella never mentioned tapping and even more so you notice that straight from Francis's notebook, he never did mention tapping either.

I know it's complicated but I think my favorite line that really sums up the story is "Fear was my only emotion at the time and I could feel the hands of insanity trying to push the front cover open to pull me into its world."

Really iconic because the notebook was empty from the start. Anyways thanks for those who read the story. I had fun writing this.