Madness by Alicia Crowder

The mirror in the other room called out to him and screamed. He tried to ignore it's calls but the piercing in his head was extremely painful. He feet began to carry him, though he desired to refuse the beckoning. He knew what would happen once he approached that mirror. It happened every time. His efforts were, however, futile, when he attempted to resist. He attempted to resist every day anyway.

"Come on sug'" "Come on an visit with me!"

Cries, cries, cries....he had run out of tears.

The black eyes that looked back at him consumed him and his twitching was of a violent nature, but the mirror man stood calm, cocky, confident.....

"And so we shall go do it again. And so we shall go do it again."

The chains that bound him were cloth and he wished to be back within them. Why had they listened to him and let him run free? Why hadn't they just stood him in front of the mirror....just once...just once before releasing him...then they would have seen...

His head felt like it was cracking open....and it did....every day.