"I wish i could tell him how much we loved him", said Marvin staring at a picture whom most of the Miami knew as the biggest industrialist but for them he was a god, the man who gave them a reason to live again. "I'll work on his dream and i won't let him down. I will try my best to please his beautiful soul.", Mark said as he wiped his tears. This was the commonest dream that I had, every time I closed my eyes. But this time, it felt like a blood-sucking nightmare to my existence.
I woke up with a bad headache, one, i thought I would never have never endured. I felt a bit gloomy, or rather dejected. I started to detest almost everyone around me. I couldn't recall anything from last night, my throat was sore and my head felt as if it was hit by a sledgehammer. I was lying on the bathroom floor when i woke up, my t-shirt wet from my own sweat. I could hear strange, monstrous voices inside my head and the voices seemed familiar. The big mansion seemed to be filled now, like I wasn't alone in here anymore. I tried to recollect things from last night but nothing came to me. "Visit me, its my death day" the voice in my head said and i started walking towards our old mansion or the estate now in the state of decay, completely involuntarily. This place smelled of memories to me. I stood at the rusty old main gate and stared at nothing, that's what was left of the place we grew up in. The air felt a bit duskier and the skies were never so grey. The walk back to home was long, everything flashed right before my eyes and our favorite park seemed to be alive again. It was weird that my eyes were wet, I was missing Marvin. For the first time in 3 years i felt him beside me. I felt so heavy. My home seemed so filled and it smelt of blunt and crack. I finally started giving up when i noticed i was casting two shadows, but there was only one light source. The voices in my head increased and touched some high pitch, my ears were giving away. I could not recall anything from the day, i felt the same anxiety and pressure again. I rushed to the bathroom, i wanted to throw up. By now i did get a hold of things, i knew i had a special guest over, at our mansion. I puked blood and bile and I heard a knocking on the glass at first i thought it came from the window until i heard it come from the mirror again. I looked up, into the mirror coughing blood and said "Hello Marvin, indeed i missed you."
The reflection of my room began to burn and my sinister grin in the mirror was back. After three unusual years, I felt a soul return. He was back, or perhaps it was just a lost soul in search of answers. Marvin was back.
Marvin grinned and looked back at me with hate in his eyes, hate about the reason i did not know and said nothing, my hands were cold again. I just looked at my reflection or lets just say, Marvin. He took out another cigarette and lit it up using the fire on the wall.
"I missed you too, Mark." he said, breaking the two minute silence. That was the most painful encounter of me with myself, in 21 years of existence."