If we are a reflection of our imagination, and people are only real when we see them, what is consciousness? How does it feel to exist?

What does it mean to not be if we only know of being? What is life if we do know not death?

"Good questions," the reflection on the mirror answers as if reading my mind, the circles under their eyes matching mine, a copycat of what I am, or what I believe I am. The only difference is that I don't have that eerie smile... anymore. "Maybe you're getting crazy."

"Shut up."

"You do realize that talking with your reflection in a mirror just proves my point, right?" The figure smirks and disgust takes over my face, bringing back a familiar frown to my expression.

I feel the deep cuts on my arms bleed again, corrupting the fine white porcelain of the sink, the blood crawling from the sides of the sink as if it were alive, feeding the thing in the mirror, a dark and cruel smile taking over their face.

The cuts burn, my skin being torn apart over and over again, perfectly aligned lines on my arms, a steady grip on the knife as the tip of the blade yet again caresses my body, beckoning me ever closer to destruction itself.

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"Good," a gentle and yet foul laugh escapes their lips, threatening to push me over the edge of insanity. "I haven't had a feast like this in years."

This is not the first time I had to feed her this week; she screamed a lot this time about how I 'didn't care about her' and how I 'wanted her to die'.

Funny, a parasite screaming at its host about compassion when she's the one that will kill me if I'm not careful, but for now I need her; she's the only thing I have left.

"Satisfied, Lila?" I ask, with not small amount of tiredness in my voice.

"Very, thank you for the feast, my love." Lila's voice comes as a gentle whisper, reminding me yet again to not let my guard down or else she will completely take over my mind.

"Don't call me that again." My voice comes out a little rougher than I intended, but who cares really.

"Okie dokie, can I call you darling then?" Even with my eyes closed, I can see her amused smile.

Ignoring her words, I get out of the bathroom, and reality seemingly starts going back to normal again. Good, I don't like the side effects of the LLTH blockers.