◤ at the heart of it all
I had been looking into the mirror for a couple of minutes. I went straight to my bathroom the moment I woke up, sweating, about to scream. I thought splashing some water onto my face a couple of times would help me calm down, and so it did, at first. However, I made the mistake of looking into the mirror.
I wasn’t in the reflection. It was a fox, just like me. Black and white fur, two tails, and red eyes. Well, one red eye. His left eye was hidden beneath an eye patch and he was wearing an unfamiliar red plugsuit, but aside from that, he was exactly the same as me. This reflection, if that’s what it really was, didn’t mirror my movements. His palms held tightly against the glass, and I couldn’t get his dead eyes off of me.
“What do you want?” I asked after another minute of absolute silence. “Who are you?” I inquired, a taste of fear creeping into my words. “I’m you.” He responded. His voice was the same as mine. “Don’t you remember?”
“You’re not me. We might look and sound similar, but you’re not me.” I stuttered, trying fruitlessly to remain calm. “You can’t be me. I’m me.” I added. “No, we’re both you.” He stated blankly. “We’re Ulqui, the pilot of Evangelion Unit 02.”
“No. I’m Ulqui, pilot of the Mark.06.” I fumed, tightening my grip on the sides of the sink. “Who are you?!”I added, hissing.
“I already told you. I’m you!” The reflection whined.
“You’re not me! Stop saying that! Who are you?” I demanded, placing my hands against his. “Tell me!”
“I’m you!” He… no, it cried.
I snapped that instant. I stretched my arms, and began strangling the demon, feeling every muscle, bone, and all the cartilage of his neck screeching, or so I thought. It wasn’t until two seconds later when I realized all I had done was smash the mirror with my own hands, driving many sharp crystals deep into my skin. I retaliated, quickly pulling my hands away from where that impostor had stood.
That morning, I put my clothes on, the usual broken record t-shirt, simple black jeans and red sneakers. Only the bandages around my hands stood out. There were traces of blood in them, but nothing too bad. I arrived at school, just in time as usual. I knew my friends were going to ask what happened, I would have to make up an excuse.