The Mirror

10

I didn't like how the pills tasted, they made me want to puke. Those white little tablets were portions of hell that made me feel more ill.

Mum made me have more since that day, she insisted through teary eyes. To stop her tears I took those pills and tried to hold back my gag with each swallow.

I talked to him about it, the boy in the mirror, and he said I sounded funny. I told him that I was high on some pills and he didn't laugh like I thought he would.

"You look pale, sickeningly pale," he muttered with worried eyes.

"Like a white bunny, am I your bunny?" I giggled but he didn't reply.

I felt too worn out to talk to him so I laid in my bed to get rest. I closed my eyes with no lullaby but his silent words had lulled me.
"Sweet dreams, bunny."