two .

I squint and stare at my hollow dark eyes. What used to be a rich, brown colour, now resemble the shadows on a dark street after ten pm. I swear they weren't this colour two weeks ago. I tug and pull at my lower lashline and lean in to get a better look.
"They were always black.", my reflection speaks to me. I stare at the mirror as three distinct frown lines start to appear on my small forehead.
"would I lie to you?", he speaks with my lips. There is a sense of calm in his voice, a knowing. A voice that would've had me throwing myself around the room had it been two weeks ago, but not anymore. I've accepted it; he's not going anywhere. I turn away from my dresser mirror and stare at the lipsticks on the counter.
"Halloween's coming up." he says in a matter-of-fact way. Really? we're gonna do small talk now? . I absentmindedly play with a nail I find on the dresser as I realize I no longer need to speak out loud for him to hear me. I wonder when I started doin...
"I'm not making small talk," he says with a mocking tone, "I just thought we'd discuss what we wanna be this year."
I quickly jerk my head up. I know this tone. No, not again. please no.
"relax." he says and my reflection grins, a very pretty smile at that. That's one thing he couldn't change; my smile. "I was thinking we stay in this year. hang out with our friends. You haven't seen them in a while."
Leave them alone.
"How about we go pay a visit to Sarah. She was always a little judgmental, right? Called us a slut once, if I'm not mistaken" my eyebrows raise up as I smirk at myself.
She's my best friend. And she called me a slut, not you. You leave her alone. Please I know-
"Now that's just disappointing, S. I thought we were starting to become friends." my head shakes in disapproval, but the smirk is still there. " Do I need to prove to you again how we are the same person?"
Before I have time to think up a response, he grabs my red lipstick off the counter and starts to paint my face with it. I swallow back a scream, squirming, as I see myself dragging my lipstick from left to right. left. right. All over my face.
"STOP IT! STOP IT! I GET IT OKAY?" I scream, still squirming away. The lipstick breaks and falls to the floor. I start to weep, as I hear his laugh. I catch a glance of myself in the mirror. My face is a disaster but my reflection smiles back at me with satisfaction.