Capítulo 232: Chapter 232
For months, people had stared at their mirrors in disbelief. Their own faces had vanished, leaving only the dull, lifeless glass. No one understood why it had happened, or how to stop it. All anyone knew was that the world had gone silent without its reflections.
Mia stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her hands gripping the edge of the sink. She stared into the glass, but her reflection wasn't there. It hadn't been there for weeks. The smooth surface remained empty, an abyss of nothingness that stretched back at her. She could still see the outline of her face in her mind—her wide, pale eyes, her dark hair, the freckles scattered across her cheeks—but it wasn't real anymore. It had become a memory.
When it first happened, people had panicked. There was chaos, confusion. They tried covering mirrors, avoiding anything reflective, but it didn't help. People quickly realized that the disappearance of their reflections wasn't just an oddity—it was a curse.
A rumor had spread, vague but terrifying: If a person's reflection came back, they would disappear. The idea was as ludicrous as it was chilling. But after the first few vanishings, it became clear there was truth to it. No one ever returned once their reflection showed up. The mirror just sucked them in, swallowed them whole, and that was the end.
Mia didn't know what to think anymore. She had watched friends disappear. Her brother, Lucas, gone in an instant, a month ago. She never saw him again. The people who disappeared weren't taken by some outside force—they just vanished from the world, like they never existed at all.
The house had become unbearably silent. No one spoke of Lucas anymore. No one mentioned the empty spaces where their reflections used to be. They were too afraid, too uncertain.
But Mia couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Something had changed. She hadn't seen her own reflection in a long time, but today, she thought she'd felt a shift. There was a feeling in the air, like a pressure. She couldn't quite describe it, but it was there, heavy in the pit of her stomach. Something was calling her.
Her eyes flicked to the sink. There, a faint glimmer caught her attention. It wasn't much—a sliver of light, a movement in the mirror. For the briefest moment, she could have sworn she saw the outline of a face.
Her heart stopped.
Mia stepped back, staring at the empty mirror in front of her. Her pulse quickened, hands trembling. That couldn't have been real. She was imagining things. There was nothing. Nothing at all.
And then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the reflection—if it was a reflection—vanished. The glass was clear once more.
She breathed in deep, trying to steady herself. She was being paranoid. It had been too long, and the pressure of the world, the absence of everything, was getting to her. It was messing with her mind. That's all.
But the chill of uncertainty was still there, crawling down her spine.
The next few days were uneventful. The air felt heavier, though. The news only made things worse—another disappearance, another lost soul. But it wasn't just about the reflections anymore. It was about what happened when you disappeared. People were starting to notice the changes in the world. People were starting to forget.
Mia sat alone in her room, staring at the bare walls. The absence of her reflection had made her question everything. Who was she, really? Was she still herself without a reflection? Was there anything left of her?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Come in," she called, her voice cracking.
The door opened, and her mother stepped inside. She looked older than she had a few months ago, as if the weight of the world had already begun to show. Her hair was graying at the roots, and her eyes were hollow.
"Mia," she said quietly, "have you seen anything? In the mirror?"
Mia didn't answer right away. She glanced down at her hands, trying to ignore the pounding in her chest. Her mother was waiting. She always did. Always hoped that something would come back, some hope that hadn't disappeared with the reflections.
"I saw something," Mia finally muttered. "In the bathroom mirror. A face. But it was gone."
Her mother's face darkened. "That's... that's bad, Mia. You know the rule, don't you?"
"I know," Mia replied, her voice barely a whisper. "I know."
But something about that face, even for just that second, gnawed at her. She felt like it had been a message, something important. She couldn't explain it, but she had to know more.
"I need to go out," Mia said suddenly. "I'll be back in a little while."
Her mother frowned, shaking her head. "Don't. You don't understand, Mia. If—"
"I'll be fine," Mia snapped. She wasn't listening anymore. The pressure in her chest was becoming unbearable. She needed to go out. She needed to see what was happening.
The streets outside were empty, most people hiding away from mirrors. Stores were boarded up. Some of the more paranoid had even started burning their mirrors, hoping to stop whatever curse had gripped the world. Mia's feet moved faster, taking her toward the old park on the edge of town. The wind cut through the air, dry and cold. She pulled her jacket tighter around her, but it didn't help.
She reached the park and made her way to the old swings. The moon hung in the sky, but there were no stars. Only darkness.
It was then that she saw the man.
He stood at the far end of the park, a silhouette in the dark, unmoving. His figure was unnaturally still, like he didn't belong in the world at all. His features were indistinct, like they were smudged out. Mia could barely make out his face, but something about him... it made her skin crawl.
The man's eyes turned toward her. He didn't move. Didn't blink.
"Don't," he said.
Mia's breath caught in her throat. She didn't recognize him, but his voice—his words—they felt familiar, like something she had heard a long time ago.
She wanted to turn and run, but her feet wouldn't move. The park was silent. Dead. The chill in the air crept deeper into her bones.
"I—" Mia began, but her words faltered. Her hands shook, and her mind felt like it was shattering.
The man's lips curled up, but there was no smile. "It's too late, Mia. It's too late for all of us. But especially for you."
Her heart hammered in her chest as she realized the truth. The man wasn't a stranger.
He was her brother.
But he was wrong. Lucas was gone. He couldn't be standing there, not like this, not after everything that had happened.
"No," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You're not real. You can't be."
He stepped forward, slowly, dragging his feet as if he was trying to remain tethered to the world of the living. But there was nothing human about him anymore. His face remained blank, a thing of nothingness, just like the reflections.
Mia took a step back, but it didn't matter. She didn't need to run. There was no escape.
"Look at me, Mia," Lucas said, his voice sounding more like a dry echo than anything else. "Look what you've done. You called me back."
Her breath caught in her throat. She didn't understand. She didn't even know what she had done. She had only seen that face—only felt something, just a spark—and now it was too late. She could already feel herself starting to slip away.
The air around her shifted, colder, heavier. She tried to scream, but the sound wouldn't come. She was fading.
Her reflection—the one she had so desperately tried to avoid—was coming for her.
And when it did, Mia vanished.
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