The surface of my skin wrinkles day by day. Caressing my right cheek, thoughts of insecurities barges through my head towards my eyes. All I see is imperfection, the opposite meaning of my name. What stood in front of me was just a glass boarder, separating me from another hideous creature. She was my reflection who does no better. Her looks were repulsive. The way she looks back at me is disgusting.

“I can be the better reflection of you.”

She speaks, her actions no longer imitates the duty of a mirror. My eyes widen as I saw her lips forming into a smile. I must have gone insane.

“How are you able to talk?” I question myself standing on the other side.

“I  am you, what can I not do?” she questions back.

“Why do you look so unsightly?” I asked. Each physical feature of herself was brought to my own judgement.

Laughter. She was filling my room with the echoes of my own voice. “I can be the better reflection of you, that is if you allow me to.” she said.

“Then do it.” I replied without hesitation.

Once those words left my mouth, I had no regrets. She did became the better reflection of me. I could no longer see the wrinkles that were once carved beneath the depth of my skin. Her eyes sparkled like those of priceless pearls that should have remain hidden in the ocean. The long locks of her hair screamed delicate at each end of the strand.

She was me but I was not her.

“Now tell me, what is that you want me to do?” she asked as if she was the genie from a magic lamp.

And I, the poor beggar from the streets, began to wish.




My reflection granted all of my wishes. She went to school, attended all of my group discussions and did all the house chores. While she was fulfilling my endless number of wishes, I lived the life of luxury. I would listen to music while lying down on my soft bed coated in gentle sheets. She would bring me my meals if I was too lazy to head out to the kitchen. I didn’t need to go out and face the world. A chance was given to me to hide my very unwanted attire of my existence and I had no objections.

The only time that I would unlock myself to enter the world is when my family calls me to dine with them. Unlike any other social events, participating a family dinner is what I find the most comfortable compared to the rest.

“Seri!” my mother calls me.

In response I was about to head out of my room as it was time for dinner but I saw my reflection head out to the door instead. Rage began to engulf my entire figure. This was not the first time she began to respond to my family’s call.

“You!” I yelled, stopping her at her tracks.

“Yes?” she replies, with no sense of shame. Does she not realise who she is?

“My mother will only call for the original Seri to be present at the dinner table,” I made my stance “You will only be my double, you are my reflection.”

She only nodded her head in understanding as she made her way back to her position.

Making my way out of my room, I went to the dinner table. Mother and father were all smiles and so was I.

“What’s with the happy occasion?” I asked.

“Sweetie, your mother has told me so many wonderful things about you today!” father said, his face was lit up like those of a firefly.

“What wonderful things?” I asked, obviously confused.

“Silly girl, you must have forgotten.” my mother giggled “You previously told me how your grades went up in every subject for the last examination!” she continued happily.

There was an examination?

“Oh yes, I heard that you’ve completed all the house chores daily for these past few weeks!” my father said.

“We’re so very proud that you’re changing for the better.” mother cooed as she served me my dinner.

Now I’m getting compliments because of her.

This is annoying.



After dinner I rushed up to my room. When I opened the bedroom door, I saw my reflection was texting someone using my phone, laughing. Stomping my feet, I went to her and snatched away what was mine. She looked at me furiously.

“What was that for?” she fumed.

“You’re stealing my parents from me and now you’re stealing away my friends too?” I barked angrily.

“You were the one who wanted me to attend to school and to complete your chores! What did I do to have stained your reputation? I made us better!” She snapped.

“Yes, but I never wanted you to completely replace my identity!” I shouted back.

“That was what you wished for!” My reflection replied, shoving me back until my figure hit the wall behind me.

“You wanted me to be the better reflection of you!” Her hands began to grasp tightly on my shoulders, pushing me back as I was leaning further on the smooth wall which surface felt like glass.

“Days after days I had to hear you shaming my looks,” she continued, pushing me further into the glass “I hated myself because of you. When I granted your wishes, I thought you would change your views on how you looked at me!” Anger was seeping out through each of her sentences.

“But in the end, you still hated me who was your own self.” With that, she shoved me completely into the glass boarder. My palms could only touch glass and I understood where I was exactly. My figure was trapped.

“Now you get to feel how it means to be my reflection.”

With that, Seri’s reflection grabbed the mirror and threw it to the ground, shattering it completely with Seri forever concealed within.

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