Insanity

“I AM NOT INSANE!!” a girl cried into the mirror her blond hair distraught and her makeup smeared across her face.

“Of course you aren’t dear, youre no more insane than me” her reflection replied “now let  go of the sink before you break it and fix your hair, you don’t want your friends seeing you like that do you?”

The girl released the sink and sighed fluffing  her hair in the mirror “What friends? they’ve all decided that I’m insane, just like everyone else”

“Now then love” the reflection replied, fixing her own hair as she spoke. “I’m still here aren’t I? I’m sure you and your friends are just having a disagreement. Besides if they won’t accept who you are then you don’t need them.”

She smiled and looked up at the mirror “thanks Ruffle, you always know what to say to make me feel better.” she reached up and wiped a piece of lint off of the mirror.

The reflection glared back at her crossing her arms “you know I don’t like it when you call me that, it’s Refle, not Ruffle I don’t like nicknames as much as you do Fancy.”

Fancy sighed “sorry Refle, I’ll try and be better about that... but Ruffle is such a cuter name!”

Ruffle’s hand stretched out of the mirror her hand rippling as if it was the glass itself as she stroked Fancy like a pet “don't worry about it Fancy, I don’t mind that much.” Fancy smiled she looked like she would purr if she could. She nuzzled into Ruffle’s hand dozing off into sleep.
. . .

“RUFFLE!!!”

“What on earth is so important Fancy!? it’s 3 in the morning”

“I’m bored Ruffle, I’ve been trying to wake you up for hours, I haven’t talked to you in days and now I can’t sleep.”

Ruffle yawned rubbing her eyes  her hair was pulled back into a messy bun and the shoulder of her nightgown was falling off. “You woke me up cause your were bored!? Come on Fancy, don’t you have school tomorrow? you need to sleep just as much as me.” She stepped through the mirror her skin looking like liquid as she sat next to fancy on the floor of her bedroom.

Fancy looked up at her and leaned into her “I’ll ditch, you know I don’t care about any of that crap”

Ruffle sighed “just sleep for now, do you want me to sing you something?”

Fancy nodded and Ruffle began to sing “Come little children I'll take thee away, into a land of enchantment… come little children the time's come to play. Here in my garden of magic, follow sweet children I’ll show thee the way through all the pain and sorrows….” Ruffle’s voice was soft and echoed in the room making the sweet children’s rhyme sounds ominous, as she began to finish the song she set Fancy on the bed and layed next to her, her body was slowly disappearing, and when she sang the last note she had disappeared leaving the song echoing around the room.

. . .


Fancy woke up on her bed and when she saw that Ruffle was gone she began to cry but she smiled when Ruffle appeared in the mirror she ran over “where’d you go Ruffle?”

“Nowhere Fancy, I just went to get some breakfast, I brought you some too. “

Fancy gobbled up the food, and looked up at Ruffle “will you stay home from school today with me?”

Ruffle looked down at her and sighed softly “ok… but just this once. It can’t be a regular thing.

Fancy lept up and hugged her tightly “YAAAY!” She spun in a circle and laughed dancing with Ruffle.

Ruffle laughed at her and rubbed her head “you're so cute you know that Fancy?”

Fancy blushed and fell on her bed her legs disappearing when they fell out of sight of the mirror. She twisted and looked at Ruffle watching her and smiling. But there was a sad look in her eyes.

“what’s wrong Fancy?”

“Nothing! I’m just really happy that you're here all day with me!”

Ruffle laughed “But I see you all the time why would it make a difference that I’m here during the day?”

Fancy turned her head looking confused “don’t you know? I disappear when you aren’t here”

Ruffle looked worried “What do you mean you're just as real as me. aren’t you?”

Before Fancy could answer she broke into a thousand different pieces and as she crashed to the floor she saw someone grab Ruffle injecting her with something. Ruffles last sight was Fancy in the mirror, her hair falling in front of her face as someone put a straightjacket around her.

. . .


“How is Refle doing?” a man in a white labcoat asked

“Not well, we still can’t get her to stop talking to the girl in the mirror… what was her name? A yes Fancy. We’ve got her locked in a room without any reflective surfaces now though. We hope that will help.”