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*Chapter 2*

Chapter 2

I traced the designs on the frame of the mirror, inspecting it closely. There was something that intrigued me about this mirror. I wasn't sure what it was, but there was something. I figured that it was probably just the fact that I knew it was from my childhood. It was the only thing I had from the home that I grew up in.

The only thing.

It didn't sound right. You're meant to have everything from your childhood home. You're supposed to have souvenirs. You should have pictures, and memories from the years you spent living there. But I didn't. All I had was a mirror that used to hang in my room- the room I didn't even remember.

I may as well have not lived in that house at all. A mirror was all I had to show that I had ever lived there. A mirror was the only thing to show that I had been a kid once.

All of a sudden, I wanted to ruin it. I wanted to destroy it, smash it against the floor, watch it shatter into a thousand pieces. I knew it would be like destroying my childhood, but I didn't care. What was the point of having a childhood I didn't remember? What was the point of keeping this if I didn't even know what it represented? I wanted to rip the mirror of the wall, to break it into two. I wanted to watch it fall apart, to get rid of the pain that having it made me feel.

But I held myself back.

It's my only way of seeing Nico, I reminded myself. It was my only way of seeing my little brother that was all alone in the world. It was my only way to check up on him and make sure he was okay. I wasn't about to ruin it.

It wasn't about the sentimental value. I didn't care about my childhood. My childhood was the time when the worst things happened. It was when my mother died, and my father left us. It was the time when I realized the only person I had was Nico.

I angrily wiped away the tears that were streaming down my face, as I turned away from the mirror. I didn't want to be reminded of that time in my life.

Screw childhood memories. The present, and the future, was all that mattered.

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Over the weeks to come, I became obsessed with the mirror. I would return continuously to the room just to look in it. It wasn't healthy- I knew that much. It was pretty damn obvious. But the mirror was my only way to see what was happening in the mortal world. It was the only way I could watch over my brother and make sure he was okay. It was the only way I could interfere.

I guess that was what it really was about. It was about interfering. It was about being able to affect the World.

Nico was part of that. If I could interfere, if I could help him. I could fix his mistakes. I could make sure he didn't throw his life away.

I could live through him.

I could tell I was going crazy. I could tell it wasn't right. But to put it simply, I didn't care. When you're alive, you're constantly worrying about death. But once you're dead, you have nothing to fear. That's extremely dangerous.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized how horrible it was that I was interfering. I realized that the Fates can't control what the dead do. The Fates couldn't control me. For all I knew, I was altering Nico's fate. For better or for worse, I could be changing the course of his life. I could be saving him, or killing him.

That's the thought that made me take a step back, and think about I was doing. I could be the reason that Nico suddenly died. I could be the reason that he'd get hit by a car, or shadow-travelled into a Volcano. Because I was changing Fate itself.

That's when I started to freak out.

I needed to stop. I couldn't do anything else. I couldn't be the reason for my brother's death. He wasn't supposed to die yet. He was supposed to live a long life- longer than he already had. He was supposed to find someone, and settle down and live his life. I couldn't take that from him. I couldn't stop his happiness.

I couldn't be the reason he ended like me. I couldn't.

But what if it was too late?

I turned and fled from the room, from the mirror, not daring to look back.