[Just a little piece that I wrote for one of my characters that I play for a tabletop rpg, called Shadowrun. Needed backstory, the girl has Dissociative Identity Disorder. This is from the perspective of her alter. Also backstory, there was an event where she was placed in an ultra-realistic simulation. Hence the fear that she is "stuck".]

My reflection lies to me.

I am male, with short black hair. I am strong and confident and nothing can touch me.

I have tried So. Hard.

My reflection.

A scared, worried girl, shoulders hunched against the cold. Deep bags beneath dark eyes due to nightmares I cannot protect her from.

She applies a light layer of makeup with a deft hand. Not professional by any means, but it masks the deep bruise-like marks.

She stands like this for a long moment. Every morning, and sometimes night, attempting to convince herself that she is truly free.

A quiet knock at the door.

Loverboy has made breakfast.

He is good for her.

He is bad for her.

He makes her feel happy. Alive.

He makes her fear. Fear that she is stuck. That he is false. That everything is a lie.

I confess, I cannot tell any different either.

I am Shirudo.

And my reflection is not my own.