Why me? Of all the people at that party, why am I the one you drugged and dragged out and brought to that dingy basement of yours?
Why does it have to be me you tied up and left in an empty room with only a bare bulb and a mirror in front of me for company?
Why any of this?
You aren’t here. And my reflection offers no answers either. She stares at me with my own bedraggled gaze. Is that sympathy or contempt I see in her eyes?
Who knows. Who cares. You probably saw what a loner I was. Knew I’d be an easy target.
Am I proud to prove you right?
You always wear that mask when you visit your pathetic little prisoner, but why? I’ve seen your face. I know your name. It does nothing to hide you.
Kind of you to feed both me and my reflection, I suppose. Better than just leaving us to rot.
What’s this? A mask for me? Why you shouldn’t have!
Really. You shouldn’t have. Why are you making me wear one exactly the same as the one you wear?
Instead of my reflection now, I’m forced to see yours mimicking my movements in the mirror. Watching me all the time.
I understand now. She isn’t you. But as long as she wears your mask, she sees things your way, doesn’t she?
We talk all the time, you know. You never talk to me, but at least she does. I don’t want to, but I feel like I’m starting to understand your point of view on this.
Hahaha, it’s funny how I forget things sometimes, isn’t it? Like the way I forgot my reflection is me. Or that I’m my reflection. Whichever. I forgot, but I remember it now!
It turns out we are on the same side, is what I’m trying to say. I am wearing the mask!
Of course it’s time to untie me, now that I’ve got my head on straight. It was kind of you to invite me to meet my own face like this.
Allow me to give my reflection one last parting kiss, a tap of ceramic on glass, and then I will join you and the rest of our family.