username + number :: Ucanthandleme + 809102
kalon name :: Quiescent
prompt ::Can you see the mirror?
For a laugh, a smile, a great big surprise. That is what he thought. Qui looked, looked at the empty picture frames, his face gone from all. His room vacant, all traces of his presence vanished from the home. All of it, all of him gone. His greatest trick yet. He had been fine tuning it for quite some time, the true trick of disappearing. Qui had always been a smart kit, inquisitive and bright; he wondered about space, time, and how the universe breathed its every breath. But he had one fatal flaw, he was detached. Detached from reality in a way. He watched the world through a foggy one sided mirror, and for some moments he wished to belong on the other side.
This is when it happened, a thought of adventure to break the glass boxing him in. He played tricks, lashed out, shouted at the world because only then did he feel like one of them, like he was seen by them. He then had a thought, a dangerous thought it was, a thought to test if he was really there. He'd play a trick. Removing his presence for the house he grew up in, on the family he held dear. He'd wait to see their faces of surprise as they saw all traces of him gone, then they'd laugh and call out to him and he would jump out from his hiding space to return to them again. A brilliant trick he thought, this time he would know for real, others saw him and he wasn't stuck on the foggy side of the mirror.
His plan went smoothly, very perfect in fact…to perfect. He watched as they came down the stairs, his mother, father and sister. They looked around for a moment, at the walls where his picture once hung, his chair where he once ate, the bedroom where he played, yet although he held his breath in suspense the surprise never came, laughter never rang out and words of where are you were never spoken. His father sat down at the table, his mother made breakfast and sister talked about what she would dress up as for trick or treating. He stood watching waiting, perhaps they were in on the trick. But it continued on.
Qui walked up, deciding to show his presence only to realize they truly couldn't see him. He panicked and tried to find his things to put back in their place but they were gone. He was gone. He could see the cloudy white mirror. He bawled, hot tears streamed down his cheeks as he looked at them, groveling on his knees begging to be heard, to be seen, to be remembered. Anyone, even just a singular word to acknowledge his presence. "The trick is over!" he screamed, yet his outburst was only met with cherry smiles, warm laughter, a happy Halloween. A trick on oneself; the most deadly trick of them all.
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