Every time I have ever looked in the mirror I have seen him. I don’t know who he is all I know is that he is not my reflection and he is trapped. I don’t know why or how. He can’t speak or move on his own, just move when I do.

It’s been like that for as long I as could remember. A boy my age was always in my reflection.

He grew up with me although I could tell he was a little bit older. I named him Micheal. We grew close, even if he only copied what I did.

I went to the bathroom and did my homework with him every day. I knew that I could never tell anyone though. When I was little mentioned him to my mother, she though I was joking when I insisted I wasn’t she looked at me like I was crazy and made me talk to a therapist who came to the conclusion I was just being a silly kid.

Once a year Micheal was granted the power to say ten words though. Whenever he tried to talk about the curse he was under all he could say was “find the secret to life, to youth eternal” I learned that those didn’t count as his ten words. Every day

It was one of those days of the year. Ten words was all he could say.

I asked about the curse, I knew his answer wouldn’t change but I was hoping that maybe someday…

He responded as expected and looked at me sadly. I was determined to figure out what he was saying.

It wasn’t until history class. I dropped bag on the floor durning class. “Miss King are you done interrupting my class?”

I have to find the fountain of youth.