The Mirror (Part 1)

A common myth among people is when you break a mirror you will have seven years of bad luck. You know why? Because it is believed that a mirror is not only a reflection of your physical self but your soul. To break a mirror would be denying or destroying yourself. Hence the bad luck.

It happened on a Sunday. Not so sure why, but it did. He had been troubled for weeks and would continuously stare into his bathroom mirror looking for what he hoped would have the answers. The thing is he wasn't in dept, his job wasn't on the line, and he lived happily alone in his apartment. He had his friends and family nearby to visit him, so he was never lonely. It was something much deeper, and he couldn't figure out what was troubling him. Was he stuck in a rut? Someone from his past has come back? Unresolved problems somewhere in his life? He wasn't sure. Nevertheless, he continued to stare into the mirror for five to ten minutes searching for an answer.

Finally, on a rainy Sunday, he went into the bathroom and something had changed. His appearance looked much thinner than the day before. In fact, the whole room looked thinner. He lightly touched the mirror with his hand and found that it had completely warped. "What happened?" He asked himself. He was tempted to press on it, but he feared it would shatter. Unsure what to do he decided to pull out his toothbrush and brush his teeth. He wasn't going anywhere in particular today, but he still wanted to clean up a bit.

When he looked back at the warped in mirror it had gone back to normal. There was nothing warped about it. He stepped back for a moment to double check, and nothing was out of place. "Did I just think it was warped?" This time he took his right hand and lightly touched the mirror. It was sturdy as ever. He slightly pressed on it, and left a hand print. Weird. He reached for the toothpaste muttering to himself about going crazy. He looked back up at himself with his toothbrush in hand and stopped.

His reflection had changed again. The mirror was not warped, but his reflection was smiling at him. It stood the same way as he did with the toothbrush in his right hand only with a smile across its face. He moved to the left and his reflection followed. He moved to the right and his reflection followed. He did a quick movement from left to right and his reflection still followed and still kept smiling. He pondered whether he was still dreaming or not. Events like these don't happen in real life. He moved closer to his own reflection to examine his face a little better. The smile in the reflection was off. It was not a smile of happiness or glad to see someone. The reflection's smile was a smile of secrets. It knew something the man didn't. Its eyes did not smile with the rest of the face. The eyes showed a different emotion. Anger.

Part 2 will come later. :)