“It’s okay to not be okay” — I felt The glass Melt to water At my touch Yet I do nothing. I stare at the ripples that fade away in the mirror. Stunned, I pull my hand back tentatively. For instead of the red-haired girl that stared back at me, I see someone completely different. Then the glass ripples again, faster, and my reflection is back to normal. I stare out at the gray, bleak, desolate landscape this world has become. I do not want to become one of them. Taken control of for the government to use in their “experiments,” all of the color in my body faded to a simple gray that everyone else is. For that is what I see in the mirror. “Walk through the mirror,” the ghosts whisper tauntingly. “Become like everyone else. There is no hope.” But I don't want to. With this controlling government dictating everything I say, everything I do, why should I be happy? “Become like them,” they murmur, “and you will be happy.” — I felt the color Leave my body Watch it go Yet I do nothing. I pull my arm out of the mirror. What is waiting for me, in the mirror? Is the world that will wait for me a mirror world of the despair and control I'm in now? Is living in that mirrorverse worth it? “Ivy,” a soft voice breathes. “Why are you up?” I flinch before realizing it isn’t one of the ghosts. Turning, I see the door has opened slightly and my younger sister is peeking up at me timidly. Lily is only a few years younger than me, and we look nothing like siblings. Her hair cascades down her back in straight, dark waves, and her eyes are pools of darkness, in contrast to my unruly bright red hair and light eyes. “It’s the middle of the night,” she continues. “Daddy said that you would be finished with your Initiation by now.” My heart breaks into two pieces, split evenly. My Initiation. Step through the mirror, and have all life drained of you until you are merely a shell of your own childhood. For a nine-year-old, she knows way too much about her dark future- and believes it will be bright. I sigh. “Lily.” I kneel down so that I'm at eye level with her. “One day, you’ll understand that it isn’t an easy decision.” Her eyes widen. “But Daddy said-” I interrupt her in the gentlest way possible. “Maybe Daddy isn’t always the best person to turn to.” I’d never said anything about my parents behind their back- it was against the rules. And I almost feel bad for telling Lily this. Lily blinks at me. Then she soundlessly turns and runs back down the hallway. I watch her leave. And I wonder if I’m right. I turn towards the floor-length mirror that beckons me to step into it. My reflection stares back at me, except it’s not me I’m looking at. Is it a hard decision? — I felt The color leave The emotion leave I wish i could do something Yet i feel nothing. -end- a/n: hehe idk i have mixed feelings abt this but uh hope u enjoyy :hoping this counts as dystopian:
