I look in the mirror a small girl stands there her big soft brown eyes looking up at me as if i was an angel with a broken wing

“Who are you” i ask sounding shaky

“I’m you” she replys in a honeyed voice

I take a step back and then another and a few more she steps forward so we are a foot apart.

I crouch down, the ground feeling rough under my feet we are at eye level now taking in every detail of her small face i realise we are exactly the same.

“So you really are me, huh?” I mumbled in a throaty voice

“Yep!” She beamed

She reaches her hands out to hug me but i look away from the mirror and now shes gone.shes gone forever.When i realise shes never coming back my hands starts to tremble and i feel a pang in my heart , a missing peice.

After she went the silence was deafening all i could hear was my heart racing all i could feel was the cold vanity marble brushing against my fingertips as i reach for my makeup brush and begin to blend in my concealer.i think to myself; what if i hadn’t looked away ,what if i hadnt stepped away, what if i had never looked in the mirror? As all these questions sorround my head i take a deep breath and reach for my blush to add some colour to my pale face.With each stroke a new pink hue blossoms on my cheeks, a vibrant contrast to the somber thoughts swirling around in my mind.

why did she show up? Why did i look away? Those are my biggest questions, questions that cannot and will never be answered.A familiar voice calls out my name in a playful way, i whip

My head around and look in a different mirror its me again but its not me its me but older.I go through the same process again but the same answers ‘who are you’ ‘im you’ etc.

Future me looks stern her eyes narrow and her eyebrows are constantly furrowed and her shoulders are tense.

“Why are you here” i whispered my voice cracking in the middle of my sentence

“I cant tell you” she lamented “I’m sorry” she quickly added

“Please” I pleaded

“No” she retorted

i thought to myself i will never be as uptight as her but i know that this is the inevitable so before she says anything else i look away but this time i know why.

I grab my eyeliner and steady my hand ready to start the day.I finish doing my eyeliner and my thoughts take over ,the fear of becoming like ‘my older self’ and the lost feeling of my younger self.I became so wrapped up in my own thoughts i didnt notice the tears bleeding down my face smudging my eyeliner and mascara. i let out a sigh of fustration i seize my makeup wipes and begin wiping away the eyeliner and my rosy cheeks, tears still rolling down my face except faster.When i finish crying my eyes are red the wipes lay crumpled on the vanity as i swipe the last smudge of makeup away. I steal a quick glance back at the mirror to see if she’ll ever come back.The mirror held no answers only the gaze of my own searching eyes lost in the shadows of my thoughts.