Eisotrophobia (Fear of the mirrors)
The Black Fear
Chapter 10
Eisotrophobia
Eisotrophobia
I suffered from many phobias for several years and just the thought of being locked up alone in a cave-like, for a second, made me shudder
It was really lovely, one of the best I had ever seen,
but the hot air inside made it very dark and evocative
Also, it was badly lit, so as to convey a great concern
I was terrified of solitude
I was hoping that someone would come and save me
I felt indeed, to perceive the steps, but the only thing I could hear, despite the distance, were the drops falling to the ground
That repetitive "plink" became quite deafening, as if stepping into a sink
It was very annoying and put a lot of anxiety
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After going through yet another angle, I had the feeling that the situation was getting worse
In fact, when I decided to better observe the way, I noticed that its width and its height, was growing more and more
For a few moments, I stood, feeling my throat swallow only by the fear of being able to see something scary
I realized at that moment that I had to act in order to survive
If I saw someone or something, how I would have behaved?
Certainly not remaining impaled, doing nothing
So rather than continue to complain about my fears, those prioritize what was going to happen, concentrating very well on what I could do
By now, I had to go alone, defending myself from possible attacks by looking at all the ways to save
Unfortunately I had no choice
continue or stop
continue or die
Then the mental speech that I made walking forward, beginning to catch a glimpse of something shiny that caught my attention
I went more and more, until I found myself in front of this thing
The move was made particularly difficult with all those mirrors that characterized
There were mirrors everywhere
Of various sizes and of various types
Starting with small circles adhering to the sides, continuing with large glasses in classic shapes coming even to the most bizarre
They covering the entire tract, arranging so aligned, being able to build a labyrinth excellent, bright and totally confused
I remembered that I hesitated a little bit to get into it, for fear of not being able to get out
But in the end I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath that made me find the courage, previously locked up in one of the many drawers that I had in my brain
I did not overwhelm panic, infact for the first thing I tried to find the correct way to go away
So I began to advance, slipping between the mirrors
My feet were moving so slow and steady, avoiding breaking the delicate crystal that was to surround the body
I went on more and more I had the feeling that the path narrowed, having barely able to move
My heart began to feel oppressed and imprisoned by a large image that is repeated indefinitely, without stopping even for a second
Even my lungs agreed with it, by changing the quick breath and wheezing, to a slow and discontinuous, which steamed up all the windows because of their adherence
Suddenly, one of the many frames that contained the plates,
showed a small gold incision, written in italics
Since no one showed up in those parts, I saw my face to the right, immediately noticing what was written:
"Minho"
Without dwelling too, I realized that it was a name
But who was he?
But mainly why there was no trace?
I had too many questions that were blooming, so I decided to ask the man
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?
WHO ARE YOU, MINHO? "
I cried out sharply, and remains blocked for a few seconds
Hoping for his response
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Suddenly I felt a mirror shatter on the ground, far enough away from me, making me jump with fright
I was quite shocked and doubtful of the fact, because i realized that someone had thrown it, not that it had accidentally broken
So, I turned around in various ways, rolling just like a puppet, trying to locate the Mr Minho
Infact, after a few moments, I watched the scene from a glass surface at the center of it, especially extended, allowing me to see the boy reflection
He, too, was standing in front of my image portrayed by a piece of broken glass to his left
He could examine me very well, just lowering the penetrating gaze straight at me and lightly tightening his lips, leaving you speechless
Only after those endless seconds, I realized what was so damn perfect:
His hair was a shade of brown medium length hinting a wave form
Each strand reflected in an amazing way the intense light that dominated the scene, making it even more attractive
In addition, the black trench coat with the collar turned up and the belt life underline his broad shoulders and his slender and athletic physique
The light jeans, did well to note the thighs clearly defined, it is impossible not to linger
They formed a balanced line, which continued until the tip of his boots very dark
At one point, I saw him go on, more and more increasing pace, realizing that he was running towards me
For this reason, I decided to do so, having regard to its menacing expression
I grabbed the mirror, pulling as far forward as possible, believing that sooner or later I would have been stuck inside them
But I was determined not to catch me so easily,
thus I didn’t lose even a shred of a second
I pushed myself more and more into it, getting stuck several times, but succeeding in one way or another to barely slip through
Many times I turned in his direction, noting that he was communicating with his smile, telling that he was just waiting for me
That beautiful boy, who shone such an irresistible charisma, to make me want to see him right before your eyes
But his upright posture and controlled,
Made you change the thought
His charm was too determined to be authoritarian and overbearing for my taste
What's more, his being "serious" embarrassed me a lot, much to scare me
Suddenly he could even hear the swishing raincoat, because of his repeated fidgeting, moving toward my path
I tried again to focus on his image, noting that it was getting more and more clear and near, sensing the danger in which I was stumbling
Basically, my back collided against various frames packed with nails trying to pierce my skin
I felt a sharp pain in my back every time i persistently moved away from his macabre figure
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After several attempts, I found myself in front of three different ways out
Two were spacious enough, and the last one was closer and more difficult to take
What would be the correct way?
What was the difference between them?
If I chose the wrong way what would happen to me?
Unfortunately, I had no time to think, now his steps became more and more alive and real
I had no choice
I would have to conclude quickly
Otherwise I would have been taken
On the contrary, i was not a very athletic girl, but since I was impatient and eager to get the win, I never got tired of running even for a moment
Those minutes seemed interminable, but especially the maze
Infinite and distressing
Terrifying and violent
Seemed to hold back with him
"What the hell I have to do?"
I asked, turning my eyes nervously at various points
My fingers began to grow impatient, feeling them vibrate resting on the glass that I was right behind me
The problem was the choice
If it was not the right one?
What I would run into?
His presence was soon felt, when I chose to throw a look to the sides of the mirror when I was still lying and I saw his hands, very gently, aded the whole structure.
The silent movement of his fingers was not enough, as the silver rings and chains he wore, causing a slight rattle that was found in the surface perfectly
It’s this simple reason, that made me rushing towards the second exit
Time seemed to stand still
Indeed, it seemed that I had planned
It was as if I had left in STOP mode
I finally felt satisfied, even if I was falling into nothingness
It was like letting go in the arms of someone
If you had faith you did not care
And it was just what I was thinking
"Let me go"
The last thing i saw, right before falling, was his hand reached out, trying to catch mine
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