Art – Uncontrollable Feelings – Luana Smith

The cuts bled down her knuckles, as she picked out each and every shard. She sat there alone on the floor, only herself for company. She felt empty. She felt trapped. After what felt like an eternity of sobbing into her soaked sleeves, she had an epiphany.

She scrambled around the room, frantically collecting pieces of glass. She spent hours piecing her mirror back together, bit by

Uncontrollable Feelings

Luana Smith, 12

pencil and color pencil drawing

bit. She needed to know who she was, and couldn’t shut him out any longer. She finished, and he stepped out into the broken frame. She smiled wistfully at him in the mirror. “I’m sorry.”

He smirked back at her. “Don’t worry, I didn’t go anywhere.”

She breathed shakily. “I’m scared.”

“Relax,” he chuckled. “...It’s only you.”

The two boys placed their hands on opposite sides of the mirror, palm and palm separated by glass that was broken, but still worked just fine.

The boy in the mirror began to fade away, replaced by a real life reflection. “I’ll see you later, Sam. I really hope.”

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