My name is Luna Bell. I’m 16 years old, and ever since I can remember, I’ve always felt like there was a part of me that was missing. I’m an only child, living with my parents. Whenever I said I wanted a sibling, my mom and dad would just look at each other with sad expressions.
I later found out I had a twin sister. Her name was Stella. One day when we were both just about a year old, she wandered the house. She crawled over to a full-length door mirror, mounted “well” to the inside of our bedroom door. She pulled herself up and banged on it a few times with her tiny hands. It fell on her. As it fell, she did too. She hit her head on the floor behind her. The mirror broke as it hit her, and shards stabbed her in multiple places, mostly her arms and legs.
My parents never talked about Stella after that. I suppose it’s hard for parents to think about their lost children, let alone retell the story of how they are no longer with us.
I forgot about her for the next couple of years. Now as a 16 year old, it’s as if she never existed. I had my own life, my friends, school, and a part time job as a cashier at the McDonalds’ down the street. I had the normal life of an average teenager.
I enjoyed having sleepovers with my best friend Becky. She spent the night last weekend, and was coming back over today. We hung out as we usually did, locking ourselves in my bedroom, watching movies with lots of popcorn and soda. We watched a horror movie about Bloody Mary.
“People are always so stupid in these movies.” Becky said, stuffing a handful of popcorn in her mouth. “Bloody Mary is so fake.”
“Yeah…” I said, hugging my pillow. I was always a wimp when it came to horror movies.
“Hey Lu, I dare you to go in the bathroom and do the bloody Mary thing. I bet she’d attack you.” Becky teased, seeing how afraid I was.
“Bloody Mary is not real, Beck.” I stammered, obviously unconvinced of the words I was speaking.
“Then go do it!” She said mockingly.
“Fine! Whatever! I’m not scared of that stupid legend!” I stomped out of my room and to the bathroom.
“Don’t forget to turn off the light!” I heard her call in a sing-song voice from my room.
I closed the bathroom door slowly, my heart beating fast. ‘She’s not real, Luna.’ I thought to myself. ‘What are you so afraid of?’
I faced the mirror and turned off the light. I took a deep breath and whispered, “Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary.”
Nothing happened. I took another deep breath and laughed at myself. ‘See? There was nothing to be afraid of, smartie.’
I turned on the light and opened the door.
Well, I almost did.
I froze with my hand on the door knob as I looked at my reflection. It wasn’t mine. Yes, the face was mine, but everything else was different. Unlike my short, dark hair, my reflection had long, golden curls, pulled into pigtails. She was wearing a white outfit that seemed to be a dress. Her eyes were completely white, and her arms had shards of broken glass sticking out…mirror, surrounded by rings of dried blood.
I wanted to scream, but I felt like I had lost my voice. After staring for a few seconds, I could have sworn I saw a slight smirk appear on her face. I ran out of the bathroom and went back to my room, trying to seem as calm as possible.
“Good to see you’re still alive!” Becky giggled.
“Whatever,” I said, sounding annoyed. I decided not to tell her. She wouldn’t believe me, and I wasn’t sure if I would believe me either. “I’m tired. Let’s go to sleep.”
“But what about the movie?” Becky whined.
“Come on, Beck. We already know how all these movies end,” I said, turning off the TV.
That night, I had an odd dream. It was so different from what I usually dreamed about, yet it seemed so familiar. I was laying on something, my eyes closed. I heard someone walking around, but I couldn’t bring myself to look, I was too comfortable. The one thing that jerked my eyes open was the sound of a crash. I looked to my side through what seemed to be the bars of a crib, and saw a face down mirror on the ground, a pool of blood coming out from under it.
I woke up in a cold sweat, and could have sworn I heard a voice, but I wasn’t sure. ‘Welcome to my world,’ is what I thought I heard.
I tried to avoid mirrors the next day, but eventually, I realized, whatever I saw in the mirror could have just been my imagination. After all, I honestly stopped believing myself, and I really had to pee.
I entered the bathroom hesitantly, without looking at the mirror. I did my business, and after I finished washing my hands, I could no longer hold back the urge. I looked up at the mirror. There she was, my odd reflection.
I was frozen in place. Should I even trust my own eyes? I reached up, and so did she. It was MY reflection, it mimicked me. The face WAS mine as well, after all. I touched my head, just to make sure those curls were not actually on my head. All I felt was my normal head, no pigtail.
I rushed out of the bathroom.
The next day I woke up, I had a headache. I went to the bathroom again, deciding I couldn’t avoid it. I’d ask my dad later to take down the mirror. When I saw her, she was different. Her hair was different. It was MY hair color. As I watched her, her hair slowly started to shrink, in a way.
I didn’t know what was going on, so I decided to skip the bathroom. I went to the living room, and when I saw my dad, his eyes grew wide.
“Luna, what did you do to your hair?!” He stood up quickly.
“Huh? I didn’t do anything!”
“What do you mean, ‘You didn’t do anything!’? It’s blonde!”
“What?” I barely got the word out of my mouth before my dad took my arm and dragged me to the bathroom. When we got there, he pointed at my reflection.
“Now, why did you do that?”
I was confused. He was pointing at someone who was not me! How was he not startled? Was it really just my eyes playing games on me?
“I…I don’t see what you’re talking about…” I looked at the ground.
He jerked my hand up to my own head. I was startled by what I felt. It was longer. Not too much longer, but it was longer. And it was slightly wavy.
I locked myself in my room after that. I refused to go out. I didn’t eat, I didn’t go to the bathroom. I ignored the pain in my stomach, and laid in my bed, curled up in a ball. My parents came by my room many times, but I ignored them. They figured I’d come out eventually.
I did at night, when they were fast asleep. It had been three days, and I was very thirsty. I got some water, and I heard something. ‘Go to the bathroom. Look at yourself. You’re not you.’
Without thinking, looking at my self was just what I did. I went to the bathroom, and saw my reflection. But… it was me! I saw MY reflection! I was overjoyed. I went to the kitchen to get something to eat, with a great feeling of relief. I went to the bathroom and did my business. Then, went to sleep.
What I didn’t realize was that sleeping was what triggered the true battle that would ultimately consume me.
My dream was of dark colors, and that was it. Flashing colors. When I woke up, I couldn’t move. I started panicking, and tried to move as hard as I could but it was no use. I slowly felt like I was falling asleep again, but I wasn’t tired. I fought it for as long as I could, but I felt my eyes drag themselves down. As I gave up and let the drowsiness take over, I heard a faint voice, though it could have just been my imagination.
‘I had to. Forgive me.’
The next time I was awaken, it was by an unfamiliar voice.
“Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary!”
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