"You again?" I sighted and headed to stand in front of the long mirror. The evil me.

"Are you surprised? You're life are so shitty I had to come and ruin it a little bit more." The me in the mirror laughed. The laugh I used to avoid. To push away.

"Spill it so I can sleep." I said quietly.

Our blond hair is the only thing we have in common. That, and the fact that we have the same soul.

I'm miserable. He is making people miserable.

Every time I finely smile he steals it away. Kills it. Destroying it.

He made me who I am. Slowly, he takes control over me.

"You're so lonely aren't you?" I raised my head and looked him deep in his stormed-blue eyes. Like mine they were, just a bit evil.

"You cry everyday but you can't put the reason into words." But he just did. Saying it all straight into my face.

"You wish you could stay asleep forever. Tired of chasing every single thing. Wandering why some can't come alone without you having to break so deeply to get them." My own tears invited the chills of sadness to run all over my body. And I just let the salty drops roll down my cheeks.

"You walk on the street. Hoping someone would ask if you are okay. As a proof that there is someone out there that really cares if you are here or not. But no matter how long you'd walk, no one stops to hug you."

It was so painful. That I had him inside of me. That this version of myself came from the inside of me.

"You want to die." Yes. Yes, he's right. Why suffer when you can not to?

"So do it." I whispered. Not because I wanted. Because that what my voice gave me.

"What?" I looked at him. And he was surprised. Like me when my stomach twisted with the same thought.

"Kill me." The tears didn't stop when his started.

I stood up. "Open it." I looked him in the eyes, with no intention of threatening. I just showed him our own eyes. Sad, sorrow, teary, suffer.

"I love you." He whispered.

I raised his chin. "No one does." I said "Come." I walked into the mirror. "Let's save ourselves."

I'm done saving me.

If I can save anyone, It's my other versions.

Now I'm in my own head.

Now I decide. Not the evil me or the angry me or the happy me.

Only the sorrow one. Who I really am.