There is a picture that flies on the wind and hasn’t touched the ground. It flew into the purse of a young woman who looked at it once, paid it no mind, and threw it away, for the wind to carry it once again. It was a photo of a mom and her daughter, holding hands for the camera. Standing outside an apartment, Steven lit up a cigarette as he looked left and right, making ends meet but not much more was his life right now.
The picture fell down in front of him and for the first time, touched the ground. Steven noticed and picked it up, only to see what all others saw, but his eyes told him to keep looking. Steven took a huff from his cigarette and started to inspect it. A picture in black and white of a mother and daughter in their summer dresses. The mother, smiling and showing her teeth, like happiness was her only emotion, but the daughter wasn’t smiling. Her face was just resting.
At first it seems the daughter’s eyes were open, but Steven looked carefully at the eyelashes, and there were none at the top, her eyes were closed! The mother had painted eyes on her eyelids, but why? Steven wanted to throw it away but he couldn’t. Then he saw the shadow, and nearly gagged. The daughter’s eyelids were caved in, nothing was holding them up, she had no eyes. Steven had to throw it away by then, so he did.
What the hell kind of woman did that? Steven threw away the cigarette and went inside. The image of the girl never left his mind as he went into the bathroom and started to brush his teeth. After rinsing out his mouth he looked in the mirror one last time and gasped. In the reflection of the mirror an image of the girl was standing there, exactly like the photo, but with one difference, she had her mother’s smiling mouth.
Steven turned his head so fast his neck cracked to look in the doorway but no one was there. He looked back in the mirror, no one. I’m tired, that’s it, I’m tired. Steven thought, he left the bathroom, his heart still beating fast, and laid in his bed. No man could sleep if they saw that, including Steven. A few hours passed by where he kept almost dozing, but waking up to the echo of the girl, screaming. After enough screaming, he felt this overwhelming presence of being watched, he had to sit up, he was sweating, shaking, cold and burning. Breathing heavy but no noise came out.
He looked in the doorway again, just to see and there she was, not smiling anymore, but her eyelids were open, showing red and black holes with blood flowing out of them. She put her arm up to show she was holding a noose. Steven looked at her and the noose, then nodded, and smiled peacefully.
He got up, walked over to the girl and hugged her. Steven took the noose from her, and tied it on the ceiling. He stood up a chair, put it around his neck, and kicked the chair away, starting to choke. The little girl floated up so his eyes met her eyeless holes. She smiled a calm smile, kissed the man dying, and said in a ghostly voice to thank him. And as Steven’s sight blacked out, the last thing he saw were his eyes, the eyes he saw in the mirror every day, in the eyeholes of the girl.