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mimi was a depressed 17 year old girl knees deep into depression she has no life no hobby and nothing at all for her. her dad was a distant bastard and her mom was transactional as hell and school wasn’t any better rich snobs all over her using her as a punching bag just because mommy and daddy gave them attitude pathetic really everyday was a cycle wake up force herself to brush her teeth wear her uniform go to school get beat up go back home and cry her eyes out
today wasn’t any different she came back from school but went to the bathroom to look at herself being a pathetic little mess then she bents down to wash her face when she raised her head she saw her reflection
it smiled
mimi hadn’t
mimi 2(reflection): hard day isn’t it?
mimi 1 (irl): w-wait what?
mimi 2: i said hard day isn’t it?
mimi 1: what the fuck… h-how are you talking to me?!
mimi 2: i am you dumbass.
mimi 1: oh my god…
mimi 2: don’t you ever get tired?
mimi 1: …yeah.. i do like really fucking do, i hate everyone and everything… why is the universe on me specifically?! what did i ever do to anyone? i can barely talk to someone without stuttering.
mimi 2: wanna change that?
mimi 1: how?
mimi 2: well how can you just accept it? you know it’s never in your nature to just accept things, why don’t you talk back? be disrespectful. fuck everything am i right?
mimi 1: why should i listen to you?
mimi 2: here she is, your talking back now, and why should you listen to me? why shouldn’t you, i mean i am you we share the same fucking body. and i’m sick and tired of you being such a coward to say something!!
mimi 1: …
mimi 2: cat got your tongue?
mimi 1: i-im just thrown back how can my reflection talk to me…
mimi 2: no one will ever understand you mimi, only i will and only me because who will put up with such a loser like you? hell even therapists don’t want to get payed to deal with you. you have to trust me i put up with your shenanigans and bullshit i understand. and lucky for you me is you and you is me
mimi 1: i got trust issues man… can’t be disappointed again.
mimi 2: so you don’t trust yourself?
mimi 1: i do-
mimi 2 (firmly): then trust. me.
mimi 1: (sigh)
mimi 2: you know… mila(bully 1) dad lost all his money to gambling (she grins mischievously)
mimi 1: h-how do you know that..?
mimi 2: lets just say i overheard it when you were busy crying like a big fucking pathetic baby you are.
mimi 1: …what do you want me to do..?
mimi 2: bring that up next time, ya know they only bully you just for a outlet to let out their rage would you like to be a punching bag?
mimi 1: n-no..
mimi 2: exactly. you wouldn’t the words aren’t aimed at you so.. use that to your advantage and make me proud.. make you proud.. make *us* proud