Reflection

*sings in Mulan*

 

 

When the day had come for him to finally see the outside world he ventured back into the small bathroom. He had to see it now. Slowly he reched out and tucked on the towel covering the mirror. He stared. Stared and stared at his own reflection, dropping the towel to the ground.

 

His face. He reached up towards it. It was gone. It was just gone. He had felt it but he had never dared to actually look at it and see how bad it was. Where once was a thick black beard now only hung a few strands of white hair barely resembling a beard. Where once his nose was, was now a hole. A black deep hole. He looked like he had been dead for a long, long time.

 

Tears ran down the red, peeled skin that stretched over pointy cheekbones.

 

Maybe, he thought- it was better this way. Better that Sophie and the Baby were still in that Cryopod. Sleeping the reality away.

 

They would've been scared of him! Hell, he was scared of himself.

 

He looked like a monster, like something from a movie or Video game but now. It was all a harsh reality.

 

 

The mirror shattered into a thousand pieces when his exposed knuckles hit the glass, cutting deep into his flesh as he screamed in agony and pain, his lonely voice echoing from the tiled walls of the underground Laboratory . He sank down to his knees, sobbing, crying...Nothing in this world would ever be the same. And as he looked down, reaching for a shard of mirror, lifting it up , looking at his reflection once more, he suddenly realized that he was, in fact, all alone now.

Done