A Short Story. Tell Me What You Think.

I walked into the blindingly white room. Fluorescent lights beamed down from the ceiling, reflecting in her eyes. She stared at me. I shut the door.

                “Today was terrible.” I started.

                “Well, what did you expect?” She rolled her eyes. “It’s you.”

                “I know,” I sighed, “but-“

                “But what?” She cut me off. “Your life is bad because you screwed everything up.” Her words didn’t sting like they used to. “The problem’s you, not everyone else.”

                “But today they-“She scoffed.

                “No one can get through to you because you shut them out. People are sick of you. You can’t blame them for ignoring you.”

                “I just want to start over!” I shouted. She looked back at me.

                “And don’t we all? What makes you so special?”

                “I-“The room was so small. It was odd that we both fit.

                “Nothing makes you special. You’re so pathetically average.” The words dripped off her tongue, like venom. “You’re not brilliant. You’re not a genius. You’ll never stand out above anyone else!” I struggled with the words.

                “But I’m trying!”

                “You can’t change who you are!” She spit out. “No matter what you try to do, you’ll never be anything.” Her words were chewed.

                “Why not?” I whined.

                “You’re dumb. You’re lame. You’ll never be satisfied with anything. You’ll never be happy with who you are.” I felt cut open, exposed. A smirk formed on her face. “Everything bad that happens to you is because of who you are. You deserve everything you feel. All those people, they feel the same way about you as you do. You could change a million times, and you’ll still hate yourself!” Her haughty laugh bounced off the walls.

                “You’re right.” I whispered to the mirror.