JELENA
The girl in the mirror suddenly takes charge ‘cause it isn't just a reflection anymore but now I become one with her, our voices overlap inside my head until I can no longer tell which one belongs to me and which belongs to her.
Then the memories begin but it is not mine.
Hers.
Little fragments of a childhood that flashes before my eyes so vividly that I almost believe I am living through them.
A young girl sits alone on a playground, children run around laughing, chasing one another and screaming in delight, but she does not join them. Instead, she sits quietly on a swing, gently moving her legs back and forth as she watches everyone from a distance.
No one approaches her or even looks her way but there is something about her that keeps everyone awa, she doesn't seem bothered
