• I realize this was kind of quick. Oh well. (Alice in Wonderland is on) (I thought you'd like to know) Anyways. The story I'm about to show you is not named. I rarely name stories. It may be a bit confusing. I've had my English teacher correct it, but I haven't updated all corrections. It will have run-ons. It will have grammatical errors. If it bothers you, I'm sorry. It bothers me too. If you think of a good name for it email me at; its-all-under-the-table@hotmail.com (also, if you wish, tell me what you think. or just add me for fun, whatever works.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There once lived a girl who was exceedingly proud of the beauty she bestowed. She had not always been that way though. Growing up as a child she had wealth beyond belief and all the nicest and most luxurious things in life. However, her parents were absent more often than not. She knew only her nanny. The nanny treasured the girl and taught her to be proud. She was often teased in school, she would come home day after day crying. The nanny would always tell her the school children were jealous of the girl's infinite beauty. Soon she grew confidence, but it soon turned into conceit. When someone didn't do as she pleased, she immediately accused them of jealousy and dismissed the problem at hand, never resolving anything. The nanny eventually saw the behavior and tried to correct it. The effort was in vain though. The child dismissed the beloved nanny. The nanny heartbroken, gave the child a few words of wisdom, "Do no let these conceited ways get the best of you, or someday you will see the lasting effects." The child thought nothing of it and went about her self centered ways. She filled her room with luxurious mirrors. Her most prized possession, apart form her beauty, was her vanity which she often sat at watching herself brush her hair. She counted every stroke. She was often thought of as ruthless, rude, and unkind. Although teased as a child she learned nothing from the experience. She teased her school mates often about their ugly appearances. She had no friends, although she was far from lonely. Her greatest friend was her own reflection, for it would never leave. One day she looked into her mirror, and her reflection was gone. She commenced to panic, but soon quieted her worried mind. She patiently waited for it's return. Knowing it could not be gone forever. A week or so after the event she awoke and went to her vanity, there her reflection was peering out at her, "Miss me?" it asked. She was taken back, she struggled for words wondering if she had lost her sanity. The reflection reiterated the question, this time the girl spoke up, "Well, yes. I did miss you. I'm certain you missed me as well?" The reflection laughed, 'Why would I miss such a revolting creature as yourself?" "I am beautiful!" yelled the girl. "Poor poor child,"said the reflection sadly, "you are the ugly duckling dear, it's quite sad," The girl turned her nose up, "How do you say such things? You are after all my own reflection, you are me." "Tisk Tisk child, oh how naive you are. I am what you want to see not what you are. I am the beautiful swan you wish you were," the girl began to sob. She climbed into her bed only to look up at her mirror covered headboard. There lie her reflection staring back at her. It smiled and began to mock her, "Oh how beautiful I am, it's okay to be jealous. Perhaps someday you will be as pretty as me,"the reflection giggled cruelly and carried on. The girl hid under her lavish blankets, she put a heavy silk pillow over head, trying as hard as she could to block out the voice. She eventually fell into sleep, dream she did not. When she awoke she recalled the horrendous nightmare. She shook it form her mind. The girl rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and headed for her full length mirror. There it was, in all it's glory. her reflection. Yet, it stood still, and moved exactly as she did. She moved closer when she was within inches of it it shrieked. She screamed in terror. The reflection only laughed, 'Oh ugly girl, you frighten too easily." "I am not ugly!" she screamed. They began to argue back and forth. Once again the reflection outsmarted her contradicting every work that spilled from her mouth. The girl quickly gave up and left the mirror. Everywhere she went there was always a mirror or window in which stood her reflection mocking her at every chance. Day in and day out she dealt with the agonizing voice. One afternoon she became so fed up she ran for the kitchen. The obscure reflection in the toaster stared at her, "What are you doing?" it asked. "Oh you'll see soon enough,"she smiled. She ran back to the room, a meat tenderizer in hand. She looked at the reflection in one of her mirrors, "I've had enough of you!" she began smashing the mirror, she went about smashing mirrors throughout her room. Despite the sound of breaking glass the reflections laugh over shadowed it all. She stopped and looked at it. "You can't destroy all the mirrors in the world, you foolish girl," the reflection went about laughing. The girl took up her smashing in anger. Suddenly a shard of glass flew back at her and pierced her skin. "Ouch!' they yelled in unison. She looked up quickly. The girl smiled as an idea quickly took place within her mind. She ran for the kitchen again. Out she pulled a lengthy knife, the reflection stared up out of it, "Up to something, I see." it said menacingly. She ran to the full length mirror and stared at the reflection. She sliced her shoulder. The reflection yelled for her to stop. She began slicing various parts of skin. Each time the reflection yelped, "Do you surrender?"asked she. "Never!" responded the reflection, "I'll be with you till the end, you wretched little cur," the reflection flashed a satisfied smile, thinking it had won the battle as usual. Infuriated and irate, the girl had had enough. Tortured by her own mind she grabbed the knife, "Till the end? Then let this be the end!" She stabbed herself in the stomach. She dropped to her knees along with the reflection. She pulled the knife out and thrust it in again. This time dropping to the floor completely. The reflection spoke on e last time, "Do no let these conceited ways get the best of you, or someday you will see the lasting effects." The girl cried out in terror, she pulled the knife out once more but died before the blade once again pierced her flesh. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The end. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If it seemed gruesome, I'm sorry. I'm a murder/tragedy writer. I guess this is more of a suicide. Oh well. I generally write murder.

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