Humans… they always think they are the smartest… they always think they are experts. Of course they are though, experts at looking in the mirror and lying to themselves and to each other.
Candice was tired of seeing these deceitful humans look into her and pretend to be what they’re not. These two for instance, looking into the mirror while the lying two-faced… (what did the humans call them again? Something about a female dog…) The lying one was brushing her friend’s hair and telling her how much she would miss partying with her, now that her friend was getting married.
It was a huge coincidence that exactly on Julie’s wedding day, it was also time for Candice’s soul to roam for three days on earth before it returned into the frame – Candice had waited another 60 years for this day.
Candice was the family mirror. She hadn’t always answered the name “Candice”… she couldn’t have. She had been passed on from generation to generation – she was the family heirloom and when Julie’s mother had passed the mirror on to her daughter, Julie had named her so.
Julie had a penchant for naming her things – she named her teddy bear, her phone; she even named this snake brushing her hair – she called her BFF. It was time Julie found out the truth about BFF, it was time Candice got to work again. Candice… she liked that name, it sounded like “justice.”
Bride-to-be Julie was looking in the mirror, admiring what her BFF was doing to her hair. This was her day and she had to look perfect! BFF was a hair expert, and what she was doing to her hair was art! They were chattering away when Julie suddenly gasped, BFF paused and looked up at her friend’s face in the mirror.
What they both were looking at wasn’t their reflection… instead, it was a reflection of the past – BFF was right here in Julie’s room, taking Yemi’s trousers off and going down on her knees. The rest was a blur, until Julie focused again and saw them both in her bed, BFF screaming Yemi’s name as she climaxed.
“Juls, I can explain.” BFF finally found her voice. None of them even stopped to consider how this was possible – a mirror playing an event like it was television. Julie was going to hear none of that; she picked the first thing her hand touched on the dresser and stuck it in BFF’s neck. Blood spurted forth all over her white corset. She didn’t care – this was no longer a wedding day, nope! there will be no wedding here today. She watched as her best friend crumpled to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
She bent and removed the scissors that she had stuck in BFF’s neck – it was befitting, she had died by one of her own tools. Julie looked in the mirror again to see if there was anything more to be revealed. She saw an old face – it was a woman, grey and fray – smiling at her. Before Julie could understand what was going on, something silvery flew out of the mirror and into her chest.
At that moment, she heard the door open. “Juls? Is everthing alright?” She turned slowly towards Yemi who now appeared shocked, seeing his lover’s body on the floor in her own pool of blood. “My God, what have you done?!”
“Weren’t you told that it is bad luck to see the bride before the wedding? You young’uns have no respect for tradition or culture or even yourselves!”
Julie’s voice was switching between an old woman’s and hers.
“I know what you did, Yemi. Right here in my bed with my best friend! And you will also not go unpunished.”
“Juls… I have no idea what you are talking about… but I need you to please calm down… whatever she told you…” Yemi was trying to defend himself.
Julie’s arm stretched out and grabbed Yemi by the throat. Effortlessly she lifted him off the ground and high up above her head.
“She didn’t tell Julie anything, I did!” It was the old woman’s voice again. “And Julie will be listening to no more excuses from you, you sly fox; just like there will be no wedding here today!” With those last words, Julie flung him towards the window. Her eyes followed his body as it crashed and went through the window outside. It was a four-storey building, they were on the top floor. That was going to be a nasty fall.
Julie had a smile on her face. One less liar to deal with.
Her eyes had a glassy look – if anyone were to look into them at that period, they would see a reflection of themselves or maybe their past. “There shall be no wedding here today,” the old woman repeated. “Only death of many sons of…”
Right. That was the word she was looking for earlier… “b*tches.”
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