i-2-i Reflection

"Mirrors do not tell lies."

I saw it with my own eyes. Not HER, but IT. Through uncertainty, I could get into more trouble. Thus I dismissed myself and ran straight home. It wasn't a short route back. But I ran. Ran. Ran without a destination. Ran as if my troubles can disappear. Ran as if I could escape from all those mind games. Until when I reached home...

I finally understand many things. My eyes were tainted. Tainted with many horrible things. That not everyone can be trusted. Not even the best of friends. Not even brothers, neither related by blood nor related by fate. I am referring to R.H the sob from Christ Church. Can he be trusted with secrets? NO. Fancy him telling people to 'spill the' beans when he himself can't do so. Helping others and helping himself is indifferent from harming others and himself. I could understand his intentions of sparking up life during dinner by gossiping about school principals. However he will forever remain as a Gemini of a gossiping nature. Perhaps he was indeed jealous of me being so 'outstanding' because of my often-cocky nature. He'll forever remain as the jerk everyone see. I don't want to bring up issues about him anymore, for who knows what logic-defying answers he might bring up should I open up my worries towards him. He'll probably have to save his sorry ass before he can help me. ~Gravity is a bitch.

BX... He's changed. Quite a lot. At first I didn't want to bring up my troubles which I initially thought to be 'annoying and blatant' to him. However he's willing to help, while pulling up smiles to communicate his understanding towards me. I am both thankful to him, as well as sorry to the all of them for being such a spoiler then. But still... Perhaps my mind could rest with ease the next time we meet again. Perhaps if everything here's settled. Maybe when the 'O' Levels are finally over. ~Burn on against the dying of the light.

Nothing much to talk about for Bran. Since I've never said anything to him about my troubles. But still I appreciate him for his care for me when I was moody just now. ~Let the wind run freely in the sky.

My eyes. Inherited the brown of my parents. But an unnatural hue of 'Tyrian Purple' not an inheritance. The mirror reflects me. I'll have to answer myself this time. No more need for help from anyone else. I appreciated and is thankful all everyone who offered to help me. I know myself best. Thus I know what I want, what I need, and what I must. No more sweat be broken. No more tears be shed. And no more blood be spilled. For I have to bring myself back up. I can still survive this outrage. I will survive. Survive by relying on my extraordinary instincts, which my mom calls "a special gift from God". Talents. Potential. All that remains is to be stable. In the body and in the heart.

If someone was to remind me not to badmouth her anymore, that person shall be herself. Now the both of us will have to save each other to save ourselves. Let Him flip this coin.