Mirrored Voice

Last week, we were given an English assignment. We were to write a story coming from the point of view from an inanimate object. This was mine...




A pair of eyes that spoke the truth, that’s all I really was. Glass with a maple frame and stand, I spoke. My first owners had bought me from an antique store. I was excited to begin my ways as a mirror. My owners were always filled with such joy and love. As time went on, Marie had passed away. Warren remained lonely, but even then, it was interesting to see how he lived his life from day to day. He would look into my eyes and I’d show him the truth, his loneliness. To avoid all sorrow, he had given me away. It was out of pure love; he had given me to his grand-daughter. Now, this girl was very different. She decorated me with positive notes and a peace sign scarf. When alone, she’d blast her music and dance in a way that showed she only wanted to have fun. Slowly, that changed. I sat against the mint green, east wall of her room as usual, examining the posters of who she believed was her soul mate. This always made me smile, though no one could see it. To me, it was inspiring. She wanted only the best for herself and family members…always dreaming. The sun light peered slightly through her see-through, pink, silk curtains. Suddenly, the door opened and closed. She didn’t have her usual smile. She was upset. She peered into my eyes, but I wanted to cower away. Through the time I have been with her, I have grown fond of her, cared for the girl. She only stared into me; I tried to tell her to look away. I knew how she’d react; she was unhappy. “Why can’t I just be happy?” She asked through sobs. “Just try. Love yourself.” I wanted to reason with her, but I only had one purpose, to tell the truth. Frankly, this was not one of those matters. How can I tell the truth when they’re too blind to see? She stepped closer, examining every bit of her face and body. “I hate you. You’re so ugly!” She practically screamed. I wanted to yell back, to fight. “No, you’re not! Can’t you see that? You’re beautiful, talented, and smart. Stop the nonsense!” My voice was never meant to be heard, but how could I let her be so ignorant? Was I deceiving? Did I really speak the truth or was I just there to shine what they thought back at them?

It’s been hours now. She’s been crying for 3 hours straight. She stared at his face, her face, and summarized her day. This is where I learned more to her. Her life was a complete horror. Being called those names, it totally destroyed the poor thing. She was knocked down day after day, never to be picked up- not by anyone. I wasn’t helping her. I could feel the pain; I wanted to cry alongside with her. I wanted to tell her that her dreams were able to be reached, but I was only a mirror…without a voice. I shot everything she didn’t want to see back at her. She didn’t love herself, though I did. She hated her nose, her chin, her stomach and life. She hated that he was unreachable, she hated how she had no one to understand, no one to hold, no one to tell her it was alright. This was overwhelming me. I wanted her to just smash me into pieces and get it over with, especially if she wasn’t going to see what beauty she possessed. “What makes you think you could ever be with a guy like him? He’s perfect…and you’re…not.” This was now beginning to anger me. I KNEW SHE WOULD BE AMAZING AND GREAT! I knew the truth! Sadly, I could not share it with her. Why was this so impossible?! “Stop it! Stop it! You’re so blind it hurts!” Eventually, the crying calmed and the lights dimmed until it was pitch-black. She was asleep, I could tell by her soft snores. I finally felt like I could breathe, but how would the rest of these days go? I was in fear, in fear that she would never see; I was in fear that she’d never understand the mirrored voice.

anywho, I loved what my teacher and a few friends told me, so I thought I should see what you think(: