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Last Days

Depression Wins

By Colt HendersonPublished 3 months ago 4 min read

The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was me, but there was something warped, and that was not me. I narrow my eyes and peer into the narrowing eyes of my deformed reflection. I was off, and while I could see it in my reflection, no one else could see it. At least no one acknowledges it.
Getting out of bed has become a chore. A chore I hate. After fifteen to twenty minutes of lying awake, staring at the ceiling and wishing I hadn't woken up, I finally shift to the side of the bed, legs dangling down the four foot high drop to the floor.

Another five minutes of not wanting to move.

I am up and head to the bathroom. I pee then wash my hands. I see that twisted image staring back at me. He mocks me as I brush my teeth. He mocks me when I clean my ears. He mocks me any time I pass by his home, peering at me with those piercing dead eyes.
I try my best to forget him throughout the day. But then a mirror pops up in the wild, and I see him again. Whatever I am doing is no longer at the forefront of my thoughts. Instead, his repulsive demeanor glares in my mind's eye, and I always pause. I stutter and stop, both physically and mentally, before switching to pushing that thought out of my mind. Now I have to readjust in order to finish my task.
Any reflection large enough causes this distress and makes my life harder. People must not see it, but if I try to tell them, whatever possible explanation I could fathom to explain the monstrosity would make me look insane. I have enough problems. Real problems. Not some silly imaginary one.
Friends and family don't see it. Maybe they do and just don't know how to help. Either way, I am alone in this fight against the deformed me staring at me at every chance. Sometimes, when I am feeling embarrassed or low for any reason, I can feel his eyes on me. I once again freeze, but now I look for his eyes and always find more than I can take. I then have to flee the situation, making up random nonsense to get out of life.
I often find myself sitting in the dark, all reflective surfaces covered in some fashion, staring into the abyss.

"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process, he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you." ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

I ponder what is actually gazing back, changing me, making that part a disgusting image I see even with no mirrors. I find myself mentally fighting an enemy that is part of me. And it is taxing because I always seem to barely get free of the grasp of the infinite darkness. I sometimes cry myself to sleep, fearing that sight in the bathroom mirror in the morning. I want to get away. I need to get away.
The next morning, I get up, with a pep in my step, and head to the bathroom. While the light is still off, I hurry and throw a towel over the mirror. Then the light comes on, and I am alone. I take a needed shower, having already removed the shaving mirror from its holder, and get some solace in solitude. I enjoy the hot water rinsing the grime off of me. Almost like a bit of the monstrosity is being washed away.
Several long minutes in the shower, and I come out feeling like a brand new man. I dry off and clean my ears and brush my hair without the help of a mirror. This day feels different from the previous days. Happier? Maybe, but either way, I was looking up for once. Life wasn't a curse, and I almost forgot about my shadow-like enemy that waits for me in any reflection.
The mirror is revealed, and I was shocked into inaction. My reflection was even worse than I remembered, and it infuriated me. I ran at the mirror, raising my fists over my head. Slipping on the tile, I fall face first into the sink. I try to pull my arms down to break my fall, but instead, they smash into the mirror, shattering it. At first it seemed a great achievement, but when I finally sit up from the fall, I notice the stinging in my forearms is more dire than I first thought. I once thought I had a few shards of glass in my arms, and now I know my wrists and forearms are covered with deep lacerations, the blood pooling under me.
I now lie here, knowing the abyss has won. Whatever it had been, it had beaten me. I am rambling as the blood pours out of my arms, stealing my energy. My eyes get heavy, and I know this will be the last time I close them.


About the Creator

Colt Henderson

I usually write horror.

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  • Cathy holmes2 months ago

    Excellent piece. Congrats on the TS

  • Kelly Sibley 2 months ago

    I enjoyed reading your story. It's made me think about how a person can be the worst torturer to themselves. We are the ones who know precisely where our soft spots are. A very thoughtful piece. Well done.

  • Grz Colm2 months ago

    Great job! Good progression to the tale with relevant themes. 😊

  • K. C. Wexlar2 months ago

    Love this piece - thank you for writing it!

  • Hannah2 months ago

    This story is not only powerful and poignant but also beautifully written, as it delves into the inner turmoil of the protagonist in a raw and honest way. The author's use of vivid imagery and emotive language creates a haunting atmosphere that stays with the reader long after finishing the story. The narrative flow is masterfully crafted, and the ending leaves a lasting impact. Overall, a truly stunning piece of writing.

  • Janice Daily2 months ago

    I couldn’t stop reading, great job!

  • Oneg In The Arctic2 months ago

    Very well written. Short and powerful

  • C. Rommial Butler2 months ago

    Well done, sir!

  • Adam Stanbridge2 months ago

    Amazing work. Really enjoyed reading your story. Keep it up. :)

  • I love that your main character was someone with depression, they resonated with me. Your story was creepy and I loved that you included Friedrich Nietzsche. Congratulations on your Top Story!

  • Emily Binkley2 months ago

    This is so well written, and capture the emotion. Congratulations on top story. ❤️🎉

  • Madison Newton2 months ago

    I was so excited when I saw that quote from Friedrich. That same quote is displayed at the beginning of my favorite movie, The Abyss. I have a feeling you'd like it.

  • So well done, congrats!!

  • Lindsey Jackson2 months ago

    That was beautifully written and I loved the quote you used. Congratulations on top story!

  • Neena2 months ago

    So Horror Story I like it

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  • Melissa Ingoldsby2 months ago

    Well done! Congratulations on top story !!

  • Loryne Andawey2 months ago

    I love the psychological toll these mirrors take in this challenge. The helplessness in this one is palpable. Congratulations on your Top Story! ❤'d and subscribed 😄

  • JBaz2 months ago

    Well paced story, and a great tale. Congratulations

  • Mariann Carroll2 months ago

    Triller story, 👍

  • Dana Stewart2 months ago

    Chilling tale, well written! Congratulations on Top Story!

  • Jason Ray Morton2 months ago

    I've I could leave a gif, it would be Darth Vader's Impressive, most impressive.

  • Great Storytelling

  • Babs Iverson3 months ago

    Awesome story Left some love!!!💖💖💕

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