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Story:Hey- Hello? Ms. Hoffmann?
Listen, I've been thinking the interview over, and I think I've reached to the conclusion that I'd like to cancel our session. Wh-Who am I? Why I'm Aron, you know me. I have been seeing you ever since, you know. My problem. Anyway- I'll hang up now, you know my number, don't call me unless it's relevant.
Hey look, I'm just a normal type of guy. I do not suffer from any illnesses, my health is alright, I even have my own apartment and can pay my own rent. But I have no uhm, significant other, no love interest, I've dated girls ever since I was a kid. But I'm fine with being on my own, and it's not because I screw up my relations, I've just been sort of, on the edge...
Like: Do you know the feeling as if someone is constantly watching you from a distance, as in sort of stalking you? My case is sort of different from those you might have heard of, and also sort of difficult to explain.
I've just been scared of loving someone, so scared because. They might end up hurt. One has already passed, Jessica was her name. Yes, the woman on the television who had died two months ago, I haven't been with any other woman since then.
Excuse me, I need a moment to breathe.
Let me try to explain: I used to stay away from mirrors all my life, I remember back when I was a just a child, I was much more paranoid. But now, now I've gotten so used to them I don't mind anymore. But back then I was thinking much more different than here and now.
You see, we had this mirror in our house when I lived outside the city of here, located in our bathroom. But every time I gazed into it, I saw this girl about my age, sitting in the shower behind me, looking the other direction. She had black hair following down to her shoulders, it didn't look like she brushed it often, but she never looked straight at the mirror, ever.
There once was an occasion where I had left a blanket over the mirror because I had to go pee and I didn't want her to see me. My mom called out to me and my younger brother because she wanted to know who and why we did it. When I pointed at the girl in the mirror, my mom just calmly said: "It's a mirror Aron, we do not see the same thing."
In our class we were about 24 pupils, the classroom was humongous, it even had a small kitchen area. A sink, and a refrigerator next to the window row at the front of the class, the sink itself was out of order, but above it - was a mirror. When I became a teenager we moved into the city shortly after, and I had also got a lot closer to the girls in my class. But the more time I spent them, the girl in the mirror began to show up behind their desks staring at them.
One day, I broke the silence, I yelled out to her in a fit of rage during a lunch-break when almost everybody was out, and I broke the mirror with my right fist, I heard no responds though, even my best friend who was in the class with me at the time didn't say anything either, he was just looking 'confused' at me. The broken glass didn't stop her neither, all it caused was my own injury. Later that day I was asked of money to replace the mirror. I refused, but my mom payed them before the sued us for vandalism. My mom soon after got a psychologist to watch over me, Ms Hoffmann.
I uhh, can't say the sessions have helped, because she, was a woman. And I was forced to look at both her, and a big mirror placed right behind her at the same time. Though I must add, that was the first time ever, I got to see the girl's face. But I wish I hadn't. She looked, pale, with hollow black eyes, dark purple lips, the only likable thing about her was her long black hair. However, I don't think I've ever heard her voice.
Anyway. After my last session with the psychologist I denied the mirror girl's existence, in fact I don't think I saw her in a while, one day I woke up at looked into mirror, and she was gone. The psychologist's rambling might actually have helped! I soon after hooked up with Jessica in our new apartment, 3 months of lucky happiness in my otherwise lonely life.
But I already told you what happened.
One day, early in the morning, I woke up to a strange smell filling the bedroom. Looked over my shoulder, Jessica was - stabbed to death. 9 times in the chest area I was told. The police has been suspecting me ever since. But the murder weapon was never found, so I couldn't be charged for the murder. But I...
I know who the murderer is.
And I've come to accept who I am and my purpose in this life. Even though I might not feel it, I see her hugging me right now, she loves me. Leaning her head on the back of my shoulder. She's happy, that we're finally together. After all these years.