Was it a Dream? Or was it a Nightmare? The question is, do you Care?
The Hall of Mirrors
Chapter I: Walking Down the Hall
This hall seems never-ending, mirrors coat the walls, memories invade all the empty spaces. It's hard to breathe in this place, so small. Everywhere I look, there are mirrors, but it's not my reflection I see. It's every bad thing that's ever happened to me. I ran through them, trying to get to the end, but it never seemed to come. I stopped running, out of breath I stopped at a mirror that held a piece of my childhood. I placed my hands on the mirror, leaning my head against it.
"Daddy! No please, I promise I'll be good! Please don't hurt me anymore!" The child cried and cried.
"You have to learn the lesson the hard way like I did. Quit your crybaby whining and take it." My father replied quietly. The little boy was me. I was eight there, I still have scars from his little, "lessons". My hands curled into fists and I lightly hit the mirror.
"Why did you have to be that way...? Why..?" I pushed away from the mirror as it started the memory over.
I must have walked for hours. I stopped short at a mirror that held a very harsh memory. I turned to face the mirror, I walked slowly to it. As soon as I saw her face, I fell to my knees. I know this memory all too well...My mother died in this memory. My father killed her, I never forgave him for it. I hardly ever even talk to him. Only on Christmas, and some other holidays. I felt a tear roll down my face as I watched my mother die for the second time.
Chapter II: Shattered Mirrors, Shards of Memory
After I watched my mother die time and time again, I couldn't hold up any longer. I had to go on, I had to keep going, if I don't I'll never get out. I started running again, trying so hard to get out. I want to leave. These memories have my by the strings, they won't let me go. They're holding me, and the scissors that could cut me down. I'm trapped.
I looked all around for a door, for hours. I had no idea how I got here, or why I'm here for that matter. I don't remember coming here, I don't remember going to sleep either. The last thing I remember was being in my kitchen, I saw a bright light and then, I woke up here, in this God-awful place. I guess it doesn't matter much, just so long as I get out soon
I sighed. "Why are there only bad memories here..? I have had good memories, haven't I?" I asked myself.
I shrugged and kept going.
As I walked down this seemingly endless hall, I saw another memory. Not wanting to go closer to the mirror, I just glanced my eyes over to it. Ah, my first girlfriend, Rose. I listened to the last words she ever spoke to me.
"I'll come back for you, I promise. Just wait for me, give me time." She said. I reached out and touched my hand to the chilled glass,
"You never came back for me..I waited so long, why did you lie to me..?" I said softly and quietly. I removed my hand from the glass and walked on.
After thinking about Rose and why she never came back, I started to feel dizzy. This hall, these mirrors, my pain...It all made me sick, wanting to just lay down and die. I walked through the hall as long as I could, but after what might have been lack of sleep, or dehydration, I collapsed on the floor. I looked at the closest mirror, it was Emmy..my beautiful little sister. She was smiling at me, it was the first time I ever saw her. I felt my heart flutter. There it was, my one good memory, the one thing that could let me fight, let me go on until the end.
After I stared at her face, I gathered all the strength I could find and crawled to it, dragging my almost dead legs to the mirror. I was there, an inch away from being happy, from being free. When I went to touch it, it changed. It changed to my father, staring me down, with his cold, emotionless eyes.
"You're worthless" He said. "Living is hard enough without you ******** up."
Tears escaped my eyes. I was free, and he stole it from me.
"You'll never be good for anything, you'll never be worth anything to anyone. That's how you were then, and that's how you'll die now. Worthless and alone." My father laughed at me.
I stared at him, and anger began to fill me. I thought of how he took Emmy away from me. I pulled myself up to the mirror as he laughed evilly at me. I began to stand, using the wall as support.
"You're wrong..." I said shakily, "I was worth something to Emmy..she cared."
He laughed again. "Like she mattered either. She was just as worthless as you.."
I felt the anger build up in me. The trigger was pulled, I screamed and smashed the mirror and heard is laugh echo for the last time.
Chapter III: Freedom in Darkness.
I ran, smashing every mirror I could see,
Was it Reality? Or was it Imagination? The question is, aren't they both your Creation?
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