#smckingmirror

Taylor quickly stormed out of the party, her heart pounding in her chest. The words echoed in her ears. Her face flushed pale with splotches of red as she tried to hold back the tears in her eyes. She had only made it to the end of the driveway before she leaned against a car, wiping at her eyes.

Marshall looked over at the other person beside him on the couch, “As I recall, you were lookin' out of place..”

“If I wake up with morning sickness one more time, I think I’m just going to give up on sleep completely..”

“That’s ten points to hufflepuff!” Jesse dropped the last uno card down, throwing his arms up in victory. “I’m a winner.”

The swing was barely moving, but it felt like Axel was floating between the combination of the cold, the lack of sleep, and the drugs in his system. He took a breath, barely able to hold up his own head. His eyes scanned the backyard he used to play in all the time as a kid, and he wondered why he never moved away and continued to live in that big empty house. Staring at the back door, Axel’s thoughts were broken when he heard a voice coming from the house next door.

Axel stared in the mirror, listening to the knock at the door. Get it together. He gripped the sides of the sink a bit too tight, his knuckles turning white at the tension. “Uh.. Just a second.. I’ll be out in a second.” He flushed the toilet next to him for good measure, running his hands under the water coming from the sink to splash his face. Axel knew he looked bad, knew he’d been acting different, but having to face someone while he looked like this was even more difficult.

Axel sat on the floor of the elevator taking in quick shallow breaths that couldn’t seem to fill his chest. He couldn’t tell if he’d been stuck in there for two minutes or two hours, but the impending fear of dying alone in this elevator was starting to get to him. He’d finally heard the elevator doors getting pried open, but his panic continued.