Possessed...

[Julia Lilith Potter]

Thanks, Sam. Mi-am mai schimbat stilul de a scrie pe parcurs, deci punctele de suspensie se vor imputina. Promise ^_^

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The subway train reached its destination after an hour of complete boredom…
Luke got up and stretched his legs a bit before getting off the train… He hadn’t moved since he last gazed at Alex’s lost figure…
“Hmm… Renfrew…” he grumbled, touching the ground.
Luke glimpsed at a clock nearby…
“Odd… so many people in the station at this late hour…”
He climbed up some stairs, managing to see the night sky… finally catching sight of the city he hadn’t seen for so much time…
He turned left… kept on walking, although he encountered extremely old acquaintances…
He enjoyed to be considered purely invisible…
“Alas, they’ve all forgotten me…”
The road was so easy to walk since he was ignored…
And he saw it…
An old manor, keeping its hidden memories sealed within its dark walls… Sneering defiantly through its cold windows, encouraging grudge and grief…
“Here we are…”
The massive door was surprisingly unlocked… it opened with a long, careless creak…
But he stopped, astonished of what he saw hanging on the wall right in front of him…
A…mirror?...
His own reflection stood there, patiently waiting…but it didn’t look quite the same…
Luke got closer… his steps echoed, tension growing steadily…
Closer…
And closer…
And he figured it out…
“This is not… me…”
He couldn’t recognize his own face… his expression…
He analyzed everything with care as the reflection stared back at him…
It didn’t seem to have the same eyes as he had… definitely, they were not the same…
And his hair… looked darker than the usual…
What was it that had grown on his head?... He recalled seeing those things before, but couldn’t remember when…
And… what were those things that appeared on his back? He looked deeper within the mirror...
“Wings?...”
He touched the mirror gently, tapping it a bit… The reflection did the same thing… Luke could swear it could feel the way he trembled…
He examined his long-fingered hands carefully… in the mirror, they appeared to be extremely pale…
Almost lifeless…
“Who the hell are you?...” Luke asked rhetorically, still touching the reflection’s white fingers…
It didn’t form his words… but something else…
“I’m…you…”
Luke opened his eyes widely, confronting the reflection’s gaze…
“No…this can’t be…”
His nails tapped the mirror again… it sounded like it was already cracking...
But the reflection didn’t seem to mind his first tears…
“No…no…” he said groaning already…
He contemplated his supposed image in the mirror for a second…
And then…
“This is not me…”
“It is…”
“It’s not…”
“I assure you… it is…”
“No, it is NOT!”
Filled with the sense of mutiny, Luke placed his fist right into the mirror’s centre, breaking it into thousands of pieces that scattered on the floor…
Several of them got under his skin… His pain seemed to be immense, but he didn’t even mind…
“THAT’S NOT ME!...”
He fell on his knees slowly, trying to put the pieces back together…
The reflection…stayed the same…
He felt like the walls were closing in around him… He grabbed a piece of glass and ran with it in another room…
He found retreat in a small corner and took his shirt off, throwing it…
Using the piece of glass, he tried to cut his veins, moving along his left arm…
“Come on…”
His skin was torn already… blood started rushing out…
His tears fell on his deep wound… combining with the huge red drops that fell over…
He saw himself in them…
“That’s my true self…” he sobbed smiling…