My Mirror

As I head out to meet a young girl that reached out to me. I began to wonder if what I am doing is right. Should her story be aired, told for others to dictate, or rip apart because their own insecurities?  

No, I tell myself she needs to release the demon that feeds off the purest parts of her inner child.  

Driving there, my thoughts took the wheel. I must be the light for her way out. Stay focused! 

I approach the door, knocking in hopes she would not answer.  

Suddenly a girl appeared she was so tiny, young, and innocent.  

My heart sinks in the thoughts of her horrific story she was about to tell.  

Hi, I am Noel Woods, here to hear your testimony.  

She nodes and guides me into her home that appeared to be outdated and reeked of alcohol.  

BEING A GIRL OF NO WORDS 

She pointed to a chair that sat across from another, mirrored from one another. I assumed that is where we would talk.  

I sat down and began to adjust myself in attempts to disappear into seams of the chair.  

She was so graceful as my head rose to create contact. I noticed she was settled into my exact frame.  

I began to ask her what happened, she firmly cut me off.  

Let me tell you a story, take it or leave it; it is my version of the truth.  

I could care less if you believe me, sometimes I do not believe myself. 

She started to talk, I noticed her mentally taking a journey back in time. 

I was so curious as a child that I would do things my mother would tell me not to do.  

I did this in hopes of learning more about the world.  

This completely backfired on me.  

It started with a boy I know most tragedies do.  

My mother had recently sent me to live with an older woman that was bed written. My mother wanted me there to watch out for her, keep her company, cook her dinner, laundry, whatever she needed to be done. I took this as a chance to be curious about the world. 

It started with a boy I know most tragedies do.  

I met him one day hanging out with my best friend and we saw these guys. They saw us, they saw something in us, that we did not see in them. As one approached, he introduced himself as Robert. I was so curious, why would he want to talk to me he clearly was older. I was only 15 when he asked, I told the truth.  

I will never forget when I told him my age something in him went off. It was like I threw gas on a flame that was slowly dying.  

Robert was my protector he was everything to me! 

Raged filled her voice, then she calmly flipped a switch as she continued telling the story.  

It started with occasional sneaking out every so often.  

To sneaking out every single night.  

I would do all my chores put her to bed and then walk out. 

 I would walk about two blocks; meet Robert and we would party.  

Party? I asked shocked that a 15-year-old knew what partying was. 

Yes, she replied. We would get so drunk and just sit up all night and talk.  

Just talk? She shifted her body and drew in closer to me  

Do you want me to tell you or not? 

Yes, I apologize. 

She then began to talk, but her eyes did not flinch as she moved past my interruptions. Tears filled her big brown eyes. She said you know, he built something in me. He would stand up for me and make sure his friends would not hurt me.  

Her body began to sink, and she dwarfed back into a five-year-old child, with a body of a fifteen-year-old.  

He murdered any and every future that there could ever be. I took down every protection I had built in myself for these fifteen years, he took my vulnerability. 

Anger filled her soul, with rage that filled the room.  

She screamed; he rapped me.  

She then began to weep, a deep sorrow cry.  

Keeping my composure from shock.  

I was frozen in fear of not knowing how to help. 

Then she lifted her head without a tear in sight 

I let him free, with his freedom he rapped more just like me.  

Looking down, shaking her head. She speaks 

I am imprisoned in my own captivity.  

Her body sat stiff as a rock. 

I looked at her closer thinking she would blink.  

(My hands began to tremble in fear) 

Reaching out to touch her, that is when I noticed.  

There was no girl. Just a mirror that sat up against a wall. That stood across from the chair I sat in.  

My heart started to race I ran towards the door, as I grabbed the knob, I noticed a change. 

 I turned full circle in this home, (I started to worry).  

This is my home, my door, my chair, my mirror.  

My girl.