He couldn’t see straight, everything was so foggy, like a thick blanket wrapped around him and all he could see was fuzzy pictures of people. It scared him. The shapes moved and he couldn’t see, they danced around flickering in and out…teasing him. Why, why can’t I see them straight? Did something happen…is it all a dream?
No…No, not a dream. They have faces, oh yes whispery barely visible faces but their still their, smiling.
   Why are you smiling? Is it funny, does it amuse them? Did they want me this way? I can’t think straight. I hear laughing, giggling, I get angry. What’s so funny? Why did they do this to me….why?
   Their’s one face, one that stands out, that I can see, he’s smiling at me like he knows what’s wrong but doesn’t want to fix it. I see him clearly, he reminds me of a reflection. Their smiling as you look in the mirror and when you turn, he doesn’t turn with you. He looks like me. Those locks of hair move around his faces as he moves with the rhythm of the others. He’s the only one I can see.
   He holds my face, like a mother would do to a child who’s been crying. Maybe I have.  He wipes the tears away and stares in my eyes. Those eyes, their like pools of something red and hot, something that can consume you, wrap you up in the wisps of violet or bur you in the red. I think I was consumed.
   He’s smiling again. This boy my age, this person who consumed me with his eyes…and made everything fog and swallow the world. I think I’m dead. I must be, no? Cause he’s still their, holding me. I want to scream, but I found I can’t…I really can’t…anymore.
    Oh god. Oh no. It’s driving me mad. I feel desperate, hungry. I can feel him, breathing on my lips, why? I’m not that desperate. Oh no. Oh god….I am.
    He kisses me, and those eyes stare at me again, like he was waiting…for what, I don’t know. Then it fades, all of it fades…to black.
    He’s gone. All gone, everything is one but no one was really their to begin with. I don’t want to finish anything…anymore, I wrap my arms around me and pretend he’s still their. Then I realize…I’m the one in the mirror…the reflection. I gasp as I see him wisp in front of me, but there is a barrier…the very mirror that swallowed me.
    I remember know…everything. I was alone, there was a mirror, and I felt no reason not to look, not to see me back at me, smiling back at me. Then…I saw him…he was me…and I was him, those violet red eyes, consuming me…and he grabbed my hand, and pulled me into wonderland.
    He’s their know, on the other side…smiling. Why? Why’s he smiling? Why’d he leave me, why’d he stick me in the shades of white? With no one…but these shadows of light He puts his finger to his lips and says the words: “I. Love. You. My other one.”
     I cry, I cry so hard and realize what he’s put me threw, what he condemned me to. It hurts and those faces I couldn’t see, those people dancing merrily singing that song. That I will remember for so long…
                                                       ‘Step threw the mirror
                                                           My one true love
                                                             See yourself
                                                          Who you truly were
                                                        And when you accept
                                                            The love I grant
                                                       I take you to that place
                                                    Were there are no regrets
                                                          Only that we’ll be
                                                 On the other side of the other
                                                         And when you see
                                                         How much I cared
                                                         How, my little Alice
                                                             I left you their
                                               It’s due to my love that I really care
                                                   Because death will take me
                                                       And you’ll feel my love
                                                     I.Love.You. My other one.’


It’s funny how I understood, after what happened to that boy…that boy who died instead of me. That very minute, while I cried my eyes out…someone stabbed him threw the heart, I sometimes wonder if it could have been me. Then, and only then, did I realize how I could have died alone, without him…to save me. He smiles…and I know I’ll see him on the other side. I nod and say:
                                                    “I. Love. You. My other one.”