Every living being has a star to look up to when they are in need, but I guess mine decided to dissappear when it saw what a mess of a human she's been assigned to, so I grew up alone, used to the dark. All the friends I ever had would come and go, as eventually they found me too scary as they got to know me more. I don't mean to haunt people, I just prefer the realistic side of life.
When I bought this house all the walls were covered in mirrors, so I covered them all with black blankets as I was terrified of the reflection of light; I only brought candles to illuminate the place, as I had learned how to move through the dark. When I didn't had to go to work, I just read all day to keep me sane, and that's what I was doing the day I heard the sound.
I looked around and though it didn't seem like there was anytjing, I kept hearing something scratching. I walked around and there it was, a box had just fallen and something was moving inside, so I slowly walked getting closer to the box, with my heart going faster and faster every step. I got on my knees, took the box with my hands, and when I got it up there it was. A little black mouse that was so scared he couldn't scape from my sight, I offered my hand so he could go up, and seeing my friendly glare he accepted and went up in my hand.
I looked into his eyes, a pour soul that has been through so much. I felt a heavy pulse though my spine, and all the black blankets fell from the mirrors. The mouse didn't know, but I knew. I was always supposed to be a star.
