"Yes"

All I could hear was ringing in my ears.

My head hurt a lot.

"Ah... So this is the end."

I opened my eyes and saw the cat.

“Is this what I want?” - I asked to myself.

“That would depend on you, missy” - said the cat.

I chuckled.

It’s pointless to ask a cat, after all they don’t talk.

“Meow” - I replied to the cat.

The cat just stared at me.

He didn’t say anything.

What do I want?

Mom’s love?

Becoming my sister?

Friends?

Dying?

“What do you think?” - I stubbornly asked the cat once again.

“I don’t know, why don’t you just ask your friends instead?” - He replied in a cold voice.

“Friends?” - I asked.

“Did I stutter?” - The cat mocked me while liking his paw.

“No.” - I answered. “It’s pointless to have friends.”

“Aha?” - He kept grooming himself. He looked apathetic.

“Even if I worked hard and made some… No, that’s wrong too”. - I corrected myself.

The cat streched his forelegs and yawned. He couldn’t care less.

Maybe he is angry because I ignored his first solution.

It’s frustating.

Wanting to cry but being unable to do so.

“Why?” - I heard him say.

“I’m not sure…” - I whispered to myself. “Maybe, I forgot how to cry.”

“Is that so?” - He seemed uninterested.

“Yes…”

To be honest, I was just tired at this point.

Tired of this situation.

Tired of myself.

Tired of him.

Tired of the tears I can’t even shed.

Is there a point to keep going?

No.

Even if I tried hard, nothing will work now.

“Are you having a pity party for yourself?” - He mocked me.

“Maybe.” I replied while keeping my composture. “To be honest, it doesn’t really matter.”

“You sound somehow better now.” - He looked perplexed despite sounding so sarcastic. Maybe he was still mocking me.

“Maybe I am. Who knows?”

“Definitely not me!”

“Yes… If you don’t know, then I don’t either, for we are the same person”.

-

I sat down in one go.

Somehow, I had gotten enough energy to do so. I didn’t feel sleepy at all this time.

I looked at my hands to force my brain to focus.

Is this reality? Is this a dream?

I don’t know, but that doesn’t matter.

I climbed down my bunk bed, and I walked towards the mirror.

The girl reflected there was still blurry.

I touched my face and my eyes.

Not a single tear.

Therefore, the answer is that my mind is refusing to see myself reflected in this mirror.

I’m not my sister. I’ll never be.

It’s not a fact of working hard or not.

I can’t simply become somebody else.

I chuckled and let out a twisted smile.

If the world decided that I’m too disgusting to exist, then why don’t I simply stop existing?

I touched the mirror glass in front of me and pushed the mirror away.

<<Crash>> - The mirror tumbled a bit before breaking on the floor.

Oh.

This mirror was a lot lighter than I remember.

I looked down to my exposed chest.

There was nothing there.

I smiled to myself.

I told you. I’m not my sister.

I’m just myself.

Bye bye, my old self. I refuse to be a copy of my sister.

<<Tap, Tap>>

I heard some footsteps on the distance.

“Mom is gonna kill me” - A stray thought invaded my head.

“So what?” - I replied to myself.

I heard somebody screaming in my head.

It was loud and noisy, but I ignored it.

<<Cre...e...a...k...>>

The room door opened slowly.

I turned back to it.