Miss Watching You!

When I first came here I was curious as to why there were so many mirrors in one house. I simply assumed she loved seeing her reflection or had a unique taste in decor; oh boy was I wrong. We all could see that she seems to be a very lonely girl who intentionally kept to herself. Even though she enjoyed her own company she needed us as much as we needed her.
        How was work Marley? I quietly asked. Marley jumped startled as if her attention was somewhere else. Marley looked up at her reflection in the mirror. What’s wrong my sweet child? Edith inquired in a motherly tone. Edith always took it upon herself to interject in everyone’s conversation. Edith has this Delusional mindset that she is the perfect mother figure who can fix everything. I probably could just chalk it up to her old age.

  “Nothing”. Marley responded but Edith knew better. I mean Edith was the only one who had children. Besides at age 87, I assume you would be well experienced in life.
          “Hey, Marley look whatever happened, it doesn’t matter now. At least you made it home safe. You could have got into a car crash coming ho...”, Judy stopped and continued, “I’m sorry Marley I forgot.” She forgot. Of course, she did. Everyone  always makes excuses for Judy. Judy just talks too much. Judy didn’t mean it. Maybe Judy is young and definitely talks to much; but I’m almost 100% sure she knows it  and means to do what she does. If you asked me Judy always knows just what to say to depress Marley even more. I’ve always believed that Judy was jealous of Marley and therefore was out to get her. Marley feels this about Judy as well.  
​       “We know...I forgot, I’m sorry. Just go away Judy.” Marley flopped to her bed into tears. A new kind of nerve have been struck. I sat by Marley as she cried. See Marley was once a really happy girl. Marley had two loving parents and was the only child. She enjoyed school conversation, outdoors and long car rides. October 31, 1998 that all changed. Marley was going to her car to come home on her last day of high school when she was greeted by the police right outside the school. That day, both Marty’s parents died in a fatal car crash.

         After that incident, Marley closed her self off to the world. She slowly stop hanging or even talking to her friends. She decided to receive her diploma in the mail. The thought of walking across the stage killed her. She closed off and covered all her windows. She made it her mission to  lock off access to all but one door in the house. That’s when we met in her bedroom. We both starred at each other walking past. Marley came out from the kitchen into her bedroom passing her dresser mirror as I was too passing. The mirror caught  our cross path. At this point both of us thought we were crazy. I stood in front of the bed as I looked at both our reflections in the mirror. We became acquainted with one another. That same night we heard other voices. By the morning we were seeing a few others in the scattered three or four mirrors around the house. That’s when we broke the first layer of Marley shell. Marley left the house for the first time in months. She bought a total of 45 mirrors. I’m not sure that was a great thing to do with her money but she had enough money more than enough money from her inheritance. Finally Marley now had a few friends  and a few nuances she had to ignore. But I think at this point she had realized that some conversation and company was better than none at all.

      I myself was also grateful. I love Marley. We were best friends. I reached a level with Marley; that Judy, Edith and the others couldn’t reach with her. I slowly gave Marley a bit of life again. She started to occasionally go outside. She got a part-time job, she began to live a little again. And that is why I couldn’t dare let Judy bring her to her breaking point again. Although it  seems like Judy had plans to make sure I don’t help her find herself again. Something about Judy bothered me, something wasn’t right. Something about Judy was sinister.                   “I don’t mean to come back and bother you today, but I need something from Marley,” Judy whisper nicely.
      “Like what?,” I inquired.
      “ I wasn’t talking to you! ... Come here Marley I found a way for you to at least see your parents again.” Judy called out.
        “ Are you serious?” Marley perked up.
       “ I’m so sorry. I seem to always mess up. I wanted to do something right this time. I’ve been working on this for a while.”
          Marley walked over to the mirror looking right into Judy’s face. Judy put her hand to the mirror. I repeatedly scream no, but Judy had done something with my voice. Marley placed her hands to Judy’s.

      At that moment something weird began to happen. Marley seem to be getting weak and there was nothing I could do about it. As I sit there and watched it something dawned me. Judy was trying to perform a soul transfer. Judy suddenly broke out in a high pitch scream. She seem to be snatched away from the mirror. Marley fell and drop to the floor. Edith appeared in the mirror.
        “Hurry, I have her. Destroy the mirror.” Edith pleaded.
       “How?” I cried.
    “I don’t know, but hurry.” Edith struggled. I focus all my energy on the mirror and it shattered. I focused all my energy on Marley and moved her body just before the glass broke. It’s amazing how powerful emotions are. But if there’s one thing I learned in that moment was that the emotion and bond between Marley and I gave me Power. I...  I was different. I didn’t need the mirror. Marley began to wait and raise up slowly. I briefed her on what happened and she decided she will break every mirror in the house. The only thing is without the mirror I could only be heard and felt I would no longer be seen. So she proceeded. She spray painted every mirror in the house black so nothing could get through. ​

        So before we blacked that final dreadful mirror we had grown to need; we put our hands together and performed a soul transfer. Within a few minutes I was Marley and Marley was me. We were one. Marley and I will never be separated. I didn’t see it as leaving my own identity behind as much as I seen it adding to it. Now when we looked in the black hazed mirror, we seen us. A perfect image. Marley and I return to the bedroom to have a conversation. Although they could not see or get through the mirror because it was spray-painted with a haze of black we could still always hear them. We could always hear them banging. We could always here there scratching. We could always hear them crying and pleading.
“Marley put a Mirror back,  we miss watching you. I miss watching you!”