Sick of You

The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. The reflection frightened me so much, I knocked the mirror to the ground and it shattered.

"Crap. That's bad luck," I muttered.

I picked up a broken piece and looked at my haunting reflection again, this time undaunted.

My reflection was a skinnier, balding, more pale version of me and had the facial hair I had just shaved this morning.

"How is this possible," I muttered and dropped the mirror. I left the room to find another mirror.

I ran to the guest bathroom and checked that mirror. The reflection looked the same, balding skinny, pale and full of my freshly shaved facial hair.

My heart was racing. I turned away, but my reflection stood still. I turned back around, and the hairs on my neck went up as my reflection started to smile.

"Who are you? What do you want?" I asked.

"My kind watches your kind through the glass. We've done so for millenniums, since we learned how to send our watchful signals to your waters. Our technology was flawed though, because you could see us too. So we learned to look like you. We made you think we were you. Then we built obsidian reflectors so you could bring them with you and we could see you everywhere, anytime we wanted, not just when you went to your rivers, lakes and oceans. We convinced your kind that vanity was important and they needed to carry reflectors with them so they would know if they looked good! We improved on our technology again and again, building bronze, silver and copper reflectors. Your kind started to call them mirrors. Now we have glass pane mirrors to satisfy your kinds vanity," He said.

"Why are you watching us? And why are you telling me this? Why now?" I asked.

The reflection crawled out of the mirror. He turned and stared at me. I started to back up and tripped over my floor towel, then used my elbows to crawl backwards until the back of my head hit the door.

"Well, Todd, I'm getting pretty damn sick of watching you screw up your once perfect life again and again. Watching you is like watching a bad soap opera. I'm here to replace you. It's your turn to watch me now. But don't worry, I'll only make your life better. I'll even get your girlfriend back for you," The reflection said.

"I don't want her back, she was nuts," I said.

"She was nuts because you never listened. I happen to be a great listener," the reflection said.

He grabbed my shoulder and I tried to get away. His grip was incredibly strong and I couldn't escape.

"Leave me alone," I said.

"Oh, don't worry. You'll like the other side. All you have to do is sit around watching me all day," The reflection said.

“I’m not going to any other side. What makes you think I won’t just crawl back out of the mirror like you did?”

“You don’t have the controls to open the doorway,” the reflection said. I made a fist and punched the reflection as hard as I could. His chin turned sideways and he grunted.

“Oh, good. Your kind can be hurt…” I said. I lifted my fist to throw another punch and he held up his finger.

“Nunc servus meus es. Facies ut dico,” he said. I couldn’t move my body.

“What did you do?” I asked.

“That was a Latin curse. It makes you do as I say. I will now drain you of blood, I’m hungry anyway,” the reflection said, and long sharp teeth extended from his gums.

“What are you, a vampire?” I asked.

“Why do you think we have no reflections? We are the reflections,” the reflection said.

The reflection slowly walked up to me and bit my neck. My body became cold and turned pale as his body filled with color. I could feel his once cold lips become warm as he continued to slurp the blood from my veins. He finally released my neck and announced he was full.

“Now walk inside the mirror and watch me fix your life, you listless piece of garbage,” the vampire said.

“Yes, master,” I said and walked into the mirror.

The room inside the mirror was colder then mine and everything in it shined, even the dull objects. For the rest of my life, all I could do was stare at the vampire that came out of the mirror live my life and do all the things I dreamed of doing. The vampire would occasionally glance at me and smile, as if he enjoyed the fact I was trapped here forever.