Painting Glass



(This is fictional)

Tomorrow I move houses. It will hopefully be something I can look forward to. The diagnosis was schizophrenia which I struggled to grasp at the beginning. It was a long way to recovery. I was hypersensitive and had to take medicine to get rid of the voices.

The front hall of the new house is full of mirrors. Here I can see glimpses of his face. If only I could be free. Being so sensitive makes moving around a dangerous game.
There is no respite for me. Hopefully the new house proves less tortuous.

His voice haunts me in my dreams and follows me in my waking hours. Every object I touch sends pain through my body. There is nowhere I can rest. Nowhere is safe. Not even in my head. If only I could find sanctuary. I could find respite outside of my consciousness.

The hours tick by and the face of the clock became blurred. Time seemed to stand still. My reflection began to move on its own through the hall of mirrors.

“I’m going to make you stronger, to face life’s tests” said my reflection.

“But why?” I asked my reflection.

“Because you have a heart of Gold.” was the response.

I kept repeating what my reflection had told me. My reflection could now respond to me which was weird.

“Help me” I asked my reflection.
“I need your guidance”
“Please, I am desperate!”
It was now ignoring me

“I can’t stand this. When will it end?”
“You are stuck with me for eternity. You will never be alone.”

“How kind of you. I guess I’ll have to get used to talking to myself.”
“How long is eternity?”
My reflection began to flicker for a few seconds

“I don’t know. Stop asking me questions.” It responded.

“What is irony?” I asked
“You are going to have to figure that out by yourself.”
“I didn’t ask to be born.” I replied in protest.
“No one did. You are a human being not a doormat.” said my reflection.

My image suddenly became frozen. The sides of the mirror began to produce black smoke. A man’s image rose up to take over my own reflection.

He kept following me in my dreams. Always so close yet I could not grasp my consciousness when he appeared. I could not escape him. He was able to penetrate my every thought.
I tried to hide in my room yet even in there he follows me through the bathroom mirror.

How was I going to escape him?

His voice was gone from the medicine yet I could still see him. This was not something I could get used to. My reflection would disappear every time he appeared which gave me time to prepare. This was too much to cope with. I wish he’d leave me alone!

I decided to see if there were any rooms without mirrors. There was only one. I decided to make this my room. It would give me time to rest and respite.

The next morning I went down to make breakfast. My reflection was gone. Instead it was his face that watched my every movement. I began to notice his startling features. His dark hair and hazel eyes stood out the most. He could stare into her soul.

To be continued…


Published by ArianaRose

I’m hoping to become a writer, playwright & novelist. I'm also considering becoming a Historian or librarian at this stage in life. I'm looking for opportunities in performance writing and publishing short stories in literary magazines. I study English and Creative Writing at university.

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