A/N: Aest here, just wanted to thank those chosen few who have read this fanfic for sticking around and putting up with my wacko post schedule.
Still no Wi-Fi, though my parents swear up and down that they'll get it soon.
The next chapter is in it's final stages as I write this and is ready to be revised and posted.
In the meanwhile, I grant you with this. I didn't intend for this to be a chapter, at first. Then it came to me- what if I added random past events to the story to add background to the characters like with what I did in Fragile Fixations?
Hence, The Man In The Mirror.
Xoxo,
×Aest×
The blood is everywhere.
On his clothes, freckled on his face, and in his fingernails.
It won't wash away.
It seems like it never will.
The deep red that coats his hands is so vibrant and thick, he thinks that it would forever stain his hands.
Taint his view of himself.
Blotch away at his sanity with the blood he cannot rid himself of.
The blood covers everything in sight.
It is splattered on the walls behind him, the mangled body propped against the wall is drenched in the red.
To his left, the knife that inflicted the damage.
And in front of him, the reflection of himself. The monster who wielded it.
But, the rush. The feeling was like no other, a work of art that he had done.
He'd murdered the girl, and it felt good.
He'd expected to feel panicked, guilty, something.
But all he feels is a numbly startling dissatisfaction. A hallow, dark urge for more.
This wasn't enough. This didn't account for what he'd lost. What he'd never again gain back.
Gone. Forever.
The sensation flickered inside of him whenever they gave him their empty plastic smiles.
"I'm so sorry for your loss..."
"It will all get better with time, you'll see..."
And now, the feeling flames, the fire so immense, it burns away all the other emotions and feeds on anger.
He'd been waiting for the longest, and things didn't seem to be getting any 'better'.
The best way for one to understand is for it to happen to them itself...
Take a child for one that was taken from him.
But it wasn't enough.
He needed more.
The man in the mirror smiles, slyly.
"What do you propose, then, William?"