The door was cracking under the pressure of the people who were trying to kick it down. The the doorknob rattled with each shove and kick against the rickety old frame. The entire shack rocked back and forth, threatening to collapse at any time.
I desperately scooted boxes barely filled with old junk though it wasn’t like there was any in the dimly lit storage room that I hid in. I moved everything (which wasn’t much) against the failing door until all that remained was a single full-length mirror. Once it was clear nothing else could be done I huddled close to the reflecting surface, a flashlight in hand.
I stared into the mirror and a blue-eyed boy stared back at me. He held a marker with trembling hands as he stared nervously at the door. Screams of hatred echoed loudly into the shack and though he couldn’t hear them the boy knew it was over. I glanced over at him and smiled reassuringly through parched bleeding lips.
Let them holler and roar with all their might but their words will never reach our ears. Let them call us unnaturals. So we be the cursed. The strange. Let them believe us to be witches though all we are really are just two dying teens, suffocated by the stereotypes of society.
You know what they say: birds of a feather flock together. That’s what we were. We’ve called ourselves so many things like the once unbeatable duo, companions, and partners in crime.
But all we really were…
I didn’t have time to finish that thought as the door came crashing down. Guns and knives in the hands of malicious eyes. Greedy eyes.
I want. I need. Give it to me.
I’ve had enough with those words.
Grubby hands reach for the mirror and the boy recoils in horror. I slap them off one at time shouting at them to stop. To go away. My voice was a pin drop in the cacophony. The boy tries to help as he frantically scribbled down ‘stop it please!’ on the mirror’s surface but it came out all backwards and illegible as it would be seen through our side of the mirror. Not that it would’ve made a difference.
Suddenly everything stops as a man in bright robes steps forward. With jewel-adorned fingers and necklaces that held pendants the size of apples he jangled a large bag of coins while pointing to the mirror. He then went on to speak to me of my rags and misfortune.
Though he was trying to bribe me with lies and false accusations his gaze never left the mirror. I’ve seen people like those and I know what they see when they peer at my comrade.
All they’ll ever see is a wish-granting mirror. They don’t see the boy though he’s there crying, tears streaming down his face. They don’t see a person. They see an object.
I grabbed the velvet jingling bag of riches and dropped it onto the muddy floor. I then launched myself at the man whose eyes were wide with shock.
Then thunder rang out through the night from a single gun.
I felt myself slipping, falling backwards into the boy’s arms but hitting the cold glass before I could reach them. I slid down the surface of the mirror, staining it with blood. The crowd was wild with mocking laughter and taunting cheers. Already I could hear them speak of the stuff they’ll wish for as my life slips away in a puddle of crimson red.
The boy was kneeling by my side his mouth moving rapidly as his shoulders shook with wracking sobs. His words were silent through the glass yet it was louder than anything I’ve ever heard. Though he’s granted many wishes (sadly more of them evil than good) he’ll never be able to grant one for himself. This fact had never put him in so much despair.
All they’ll ever see is a wish-granting mirror and a useless obstacle in the way but all we really were are two best friends. Normals ones who smiled despite the worst having fallen upon us. We cracked stupid jokes and teased each other joyfully. We laughed and cried. We fought and we agreed.
We both shared a mutual thought as our eyes met. A mixture of I’m sorry and thank you was quickly exchanged in the last fist bump we’ll ever make.
As the hands darted closer my breaths grew lighter and I watched the boy, his blue-eyes flashing in determination as he rose and curled his hands tightly. He pulled his fist back like a slingshot ready to launch and as I closed my eyes I felt tears escaping.The shattering of the glass silenced everything.