the unknown mirror

You see a girl with infinite tears. She has no heart because it has been stolen from her. This girl is confused, without direction, and does not know where to go. She is so lost that it hurts you. All she wants is to have a place in this world. She wants a friend because she longs for love, she longs for affection. This girl needs someone to give her heart back, more than anything, she wants her heart. Every day she stays in the same place, with no movement and nothing to live for. The thief who stole her heart chained her inside a room with a knife and a mirror. She sits in the chair, in front of the mirror, with the knife in her hand every day. There is no exit, only one entrance. He made a key to the locked door an impossible emotion to be felt. Love is all the girl needs to make an escape, but the foreign word can not be felt. She contains so much hatred and violent emotion, with no avenue to release her thoughts. She feels hopeless with her confined life that was damned to an eternity in the insane room with the mirror. To hold so much evil is unknown to any man, but it is understood why the cause of this evil has come about. As you watch the tearful scene unfold, you want to know her story, you want to know why she was put in this inescapable room. 

Although the girl will not communicate, her eyes portray everything. She pretends to be happy because she hates questions about her past. But for some reason, you can see through the walls that have built around her over time. Somehow, you understand how she feels and why she doesn't talk. Once she talks about the past, the pain will cut her so deep that not even mercy can save her. Silence is her preferred way of life. To her, there is no need to talk, no need to eat, and no need to live. Depression has gained a strong foothold on every emotion she owns. She hides everything with a smile, but when she is alone, she hides nothing. Love equals heartbreak that is all she has ever known or experienced. There is nothing to look forward to, especially involving something as horrid as love. Love is the very thing that forces her to cry every night, it hurts too much. Love seems to hate her, so she hates love too. The mutuality is what keeps her away from unlocking the door, the door that she longs to step through one day. Love is the reason why someone chained her in a room where hope did not live. They chained her with hatred, anger, depression, and feelings of worthlessness. Only with her heart could she ever find the power to get rid of the chains. Without love or her heart, she was doomed to what she had always known since she entered that room. 

Love destroyed her life.

The thief watches over her day and night, without a sound. He delights in what he has stolen and the girl he has kept hidden away with no key. When she looks into the mirror, not knowing who she is, he can not help but smile. What had happened between them before made him feel as if she deserved every ounce of pain she was receiving. The girl trusted people too much, that was her one mistake. But now, not only did she not trust people, she did not trust herself. For a moment, her future flashed before her eyes. She was in for pain, and endless amount of pain. She could not take it anymore, the knife was at her heart. She knew he was watching. Her life had become worthless, she lived for nothing. Death welcomed her, her only friend,and she welcomed death too. She thought her heart was a fitting place to end it all, it was the place where everything had been taken away from her and now would be the place that would take away her life too. With tears and pain in her eyes, she screamed hatred towards the insecure man who found joy in destroying her life. She vowed to be rid of love, forever. Within a second of time, her life was over. Everything was over.

Yes. We all have that "one guy" who took our heart and put all of our emotions into a room to where we could never love another. Okay, maybe we don't, but most teenage girls can come up with at least one name. And sometimes that name can be the most devastating sound she hears. Now that I'm graduating high school, I get to go away from all the "names" and "history" that seemed to be put on chains as I walked around the school hallways. 

It feels good to be free. So, so good.