Challenge 30: Weekly Quick Fic 11
Title: Shattered
Prompt: Broken glass
Bonus? N
Word Count: 369
Rating: K+
Original/Fandom: original
Pairings (if any): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): none
Summary: Even with the mirror broken, Natalya could see the thing in the fragments at her feet.
Glass lay shattered across her bedroom floor. She had broken (destroyed) her mirror, and the fragmented glass glinted ominously up at her. It would cost her seven years of bad luck, but these days, Natalya was starting to think that she had already earned herself something worse than a few years of bad luck.
Picking up one of the larger shards, she looked into it and flinched, dropping it and breaking it further. That dark thing was still there, lurking just behind her, its features not quite distinct, but all the more terrifying for it. She wasn’t quite sure when the thing had appeared; it had come slowly, starting out as a shadow over her shoulder and growing into the monster that lurked in her reflection. Always there when she looked at herself, staring at her with ravenous eyes and never moving and never actually there.
It only made itself known when she looked into the mirror, even a simple glance was enough to make ti materialize. Finally, today the fear that manifested every time she saw it had become too much, and she had smashed the mirror. Natalya was regretting it, if only because now it could lurk in a hundred pieces of the mirror, staring back at her from all angles, instead of just from the smooth plane of the unbroken mirror.
But this was the only way to get rid of it. Her mother would never let her throw away a perfectly good mirror; it was too valuable, too expensive, and her attempts to simply cover it hadn’t worked. Because, why wouldn’t she want to look at herself?
No, this had been the only way.
She reached out to pick up another piece and cut herself along the jagged edge. Yanking her hand back, Natalya look down at her finger and the bead of blood that had welled up. Curling her hand into a fist, smearing blood on her palm, Natalya stood up and turned her back on the broken mirror. She would let someone else clean it up.
Leaving her room and closing her door on the mirror, a semblance of peace filled her. The mirror was gone, but she couldn’t avoid her reflection forever.
Prompt: Broken glass
Bonus? N
Word Count: 369
Rating: K+
Original/Fandom: original
Pairings (if any): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): none
Summary: Even with the mirror broken, Natalya could see the thing in the fragments at her feet.
Glass lay shattered across her bedroom floor. She had broken (destroyed) her mirror, and the fragmented glass glinted ominously up at her. It would cost her seven years of bad luck, but these days, Natalya was starting to think that she had already earned herself something worse than a few years of bad luck.
Picking up one of the larger shards, she looked into it and flinched, dropping it and breaking it further. That dark thing was still there, lurking just behind her, its features not quite distinct, but all the more terrifying for it. She wasn’t quite sure when the thing had appeared; it had come slowly, starting out as a shadow over her shoulder and growing into the monster that lurked in her reflection. Always there when she looked at herself, staring at her with ravenous eyes and never moving and never actually there.
It only made itself known when she looked into the mirror, even a simple glance was enough to make ti materialize. Finally, today the fear that manifested every time she saw it had become too much, and she had smashed the mirror. Natalya was regretting it, if only because now it could lurk in a hundred pieces of the mirror, staring back at her from all angles, instead of just from the smooth plane of the unbroken mirror.
But this was the only way to get rid of it. Her mother would never let her throw away a perfectly good mirror; it was too valuable, too expensive, and her attempts to simply cover it hadn’t worked. Because, why wouldn’t she want to look at herself?
No, this had been the only way.
She reached out to pick up another piece and cut herself along the jagged edge. Yanking her hand back, Natalya look down at her finger and the bead of blood that had welled up. Curling her hand into a fist, smearing blood on her palm, Natalya stood up and turned her back on the broken mirror. She would let someone else clean it up.
Leaving her room and closing her door on the mirror, a semblance of peace filled her. The mirror was gone, but she couldn’t avoid her reflection forever.