The reflection in my mirror is my only friend
File 1 date: 7/15/89
I didn’t grow up with a normal family, my dad and mom were always fighting, my sister ran away, and my little brother always got what he wanted, but for me, I just didn’t exist to anyone, no one noticed me, only my friend in the mirror. It all started when I my dad yelled at me while fighting with mom, I ran upstairs where my room was, right beside my room was the bathroom, nothing to fancy. After I was done balling my eyes out on the bathroom floor, I looked up at my mirror, and I don’t know what exactly happened but I felt like a calm sensation come over me, like nothing I ever felt before, a loving embrace, but I was the only one in the bathroom. After I ate I went back to the bathroom to look in the mirror again to see if I could feel that same feeling again, but I didn’t.
School started again and I was always being bullied by a kid in my class named Bradley, the tallest in our class, he would always call me puke face, diaper kid , and the worst one he called me was dufus Lucas, and I didn’t like that one because I’m named after my dad, and I hate my dad. During recess Bradley pushed me off the swing and called me a pussy cat and then threw dirt in my eyes, I could only see out of one eye so I ran into the bathroom and washed the dirt out of my eyes along with some tears, and then I felt it, what I felt that one night, that loving embrace, I felt calm and relaxed, I looked up at the mirror and my reflection wasn’t staring back at me when I made eye contact I felt like I was floating in a abyss of darkness, then I heard something whispering my name. “ Lucas, Lucas, don’t worry I’m here.” Just then the bell rang, I snapped back into reality, it was already 3:00 I ran out of the bathroom down the hall into my classroom everyone was gone, I picked up my backpack and ran out the door only to run into the principal, she didn’t look to happy to see me, her face all curled up and built with anger, she spoke with that snarky tone " you’re in a whole lot of trouble little boy.”
I set in the principal office and explained everything, she didn’t believe me, so she called my mom to inform her of my behavior. My mom beat the hell out of me, she called me a little piece of shit, and a rotten little no good for nothing waste of time. I hated her even more, I ran to the bathroom and looked into the mirror, I met my reflection’s eyes and the same feeling from school happened to me again. I woke up the next morning on the bathroom floor, I’m guessing I stayed in the bathroom all night. Every day was the same after that until one day when I looked into the mirror and met my gaze I finally answered the voice calling my name.
If this gets at least 5 or 10 likes I’ll make the second part of this.