The girl in the mirror

Finally, my father has been arrested for domestic violence and armed robbery, so my mother and I could finally start over. After moving all the way from Amsterdam to Washington DC, I felt relieved. At last, we were rid of that horrible man. Anyhow, let me tell you my story.

One sunny afternoon, when I was riding home on my bike, a black limousine suddenly started chasing me at full speed. As scared as I could be, I quickly biked away. Unfortunately, the driver caught up with me and finally, with just one single push, he managed to throw me aside. Of course, this hurt like hell. To my horror, a couple of men got out of the limo, aimed their pistols at me and said: “It’s time for you to pay the price for putting our business partner in jail, Dutch boy.” Suddenly, a motorcycle appeared, of which the driver kicked all of the hit men aside, with only one kick, and yelled: “LEAVE THAT KID ALONE!” I just couldn’t believe my own eyes. Some unknown motorcyclist saved me, while putting his own life at risk. Then, he beckoned to me, saying: “All aboard.” Without any hesitation, I got on the back of his motorcycle and held the driver tight. At this, we drove off on full speed. The hit men rushed into the limo and went in pursuit, while shooting at us. The motorcyclist however, was way too fast. Before we knew it, we got in a dark alley, where he whispered: “Quick, get behind the dumpster.” I nodded and hid behind the big metallic bin. I covered my nose with my shirt, so I didn’t have to smell the stench. As soon as our pursuers were away, my rescuer whispered: “Clear.” Relieved and thankful, I walked over to the motorcyclist and said: “Thank you, sir.” “Oh, it was nothing,” he said. “I was just nearby, that’s all. C’mon, let’s grab your bike and I’ll give you a ride back home.”

When we got there, my mother was of course shocked to hear all of the details. “Are you alright, sweetheart,” she asked. “Oh yeah,” I said. “Thanks to this man.” The motorcyclist smiled satisfyingly, until he realized that he was standing there in front of a woman, so he laughed: “Oh, where are my manners!” He took off his helmet and shook his hair aside. Of course, my mother immediately fell in love with the man. In her whole life, she had never seen someone as hansom and brave as my rescuer was. “What is your name, sir,” she asked. Noticing what was on her mind, the guy said: “Normally, I don’t reveal personal details to anyone, but I’ll make an exception for the two of you. My name is Benjamin Hayes, although some call me Hairy Ben.” My mother moaned out of love and impression. Then, I snapped my fingers and said: “Reality check.” Grinningly, she joked: “Sorry, honey pie. You know how I am when it comes to certain men.” “Oh well,” Ben said. “I would be glad to take you out for dinner one time, if that’s okay.” Surprised at this, she took a look at me. I gave her a wink and nodded: “C’mon, do it. Unlike dad, he is reliable.” “Okay,” my mother said. “I’ll do it. 7 PM sharp, then?” “You got it, milady,” Ben smiled. He also gave me a thumb-up, saying: “It sure was a fun ride with you, tiger. See you later.” “You got it,” I nodded.

That evening, when my mother and Ben were out for dinner, I went to my bedroom and undressed myself. I then took a disposable diaper out of the closet (I wear them at nighttime), unfolded it, put it on me, taped it shut, put on some clean pajamas, sat down behind my table and started to do my homework. About 30 minutes later, I suddenly heard a strange voice coming out of the bathroom. Carefully, I walked out of my bedroom, entered the bathroom and… much to my surprise and horror, there was some girl, standing right in front of the mirror, who was brushing her teeth. She noticed me, but didn’t move an inch, because she had her mouth full of toothpaste. When she was done, the girl smiled at me and said: “Don’t worry, I won’t harm you.” This was a little relieving, so I asked her: “Eh, why are you here?” “This used to be my own house, 10 years ago,” she giggled. “After my unfortunate death, my parents lost their sanity and were taken to a clinic. Good thing too, because they were nothing but a pain in the butt, if you know what I mean.” “Yeah, I do,” I nodded. “My dad was a horrible man, who now does his time in prison for armed robbery and domestic violence, back in Holland. That’s why my mother and I immigrated to the USA. Oh, who are you by the way?” “Sylvia Davis is my name,” she said. “What’s yours?” “Donald Kirshenbaum…” I said, “…but you can call me ‘Donny’ if you like.” “Sure…” the ghost girl said, “…as long as you call me ‘Sylvie’.” Right then, a good bond between Sylvie and me came to exist. “So eh, where do you live now,” I asked. “Currently, in the mirror world,” my newfound friend said. “Normally, I only appear to the most worthy ones, but I never had a playmate before, so when it comes to you, I’ll make an exception.” I smiled and realized that this would be the best moment of my entire life. Then, I suddenly realized that my mother would come home around 8:30 PM, so I asked: “What if my mom and Hairy Ben find out?” “Don’t worry about that,” Sylvie said. “They already know of my existence, especially because Benjamin and I are twins.” This was a big surprise for me, so I said: “If my mom and Ben are getting married, which I hope they do, you’ll be my new aunt?” “You’re a quick student,” Sylvie smilingly said, while running her fingers through my hair. Suddenly, she noticed the bulge I had in the lower back of my pajamas. “Are you still wearing diapers,” she asked. I blushed and said: “That’s because my dad constantly beat us when he was drunk, and so, I partially lost control over my bladder, a few weeks ago.” “No problem,” Sylvie smiled. “Just call my name if you need me to change your diaper.” “You got it,” I said.

As soon as I finished my homework, I started to feet a little hungry, especially because I didn’t have any dinner yet. Then, before I knew it, a couple of plates appeared in front of me. The first plate contained fried chicken, tomatoes and salad with some fresh spread on top. On the second plate, there were strawberries with whipped cream and warm chocolate sauce. Also, there was a huge glass, filled with handmade orange juice and a couple of ice cubes. “Thanks auntie,” I joked. “No problem, sweetie,” Sylvie’s voice echoed through my room. As if I were in some 5-star-restaurant, I slowly ate and drank it all up, before wiping my mouth and hands clean with the napkin. Then, in the blink of an eye, it all disappeared. After brushing my teeth, I was about to go to bed, when I suddenly felt myself peeing in my diaper. Also, I needed to poop really badly. “That’s what your diapers are made for,” my mother had told me before. Smiling, I squatted down and pushed it all out. I felt my diaper expand as I filled it, nearly to its limits. As soon as I was done, Sylvie appeared again, saying: “Come on, lie down on the table, so I can change you.” Within no time, she had my diaper changed and threw the filthy one into the trashcan. I put my pajamas back on and hopped into my bed. Sylvie covered me, gave me a goodnight kiss on my cheek and said: “Good night, Donny.” “Likewise,” my answer was.

The next day, I woke up to see my mother sitting next to my bed. “I assume aunt Sylvie gave you a good time,” she asked. “Yep,” I nodded. “My life has just become a lot better, now that I’ve met both her and Ben, although I must say that even if they’re twins, they both have a different surname.” At this, Ben came in, saying: “Sylvia took on our mom’s name, because of what our dad did to us, but I kept his name, because it suited my street- and stunt-name.” “Okay,” I said. “That’s understandable.” Suddenly, Sylvie floated in, saying: “You should turn on the news, asap.” I quickly did that. As soon as the news was on, we saw the same hit men keeping some hostages at the bank. “Bring us those darn Dutch-originated citizens or these people will die,” their message was. Shocked, my mother and I didn’t know what to do. Then, Sylvie had a brilliant idea, but what that exactly was, is a surprise for later on.

Once my mother and I got at the bank, we slowly walked inside. The hit men grabbed us roughly, tied us up really tight and threw us on the floor. “You made a good decision coming over,” one of the hit men said to me. “Now, our boss can finally get even with you.” Of course, my mother and I were both shocked at this, because we never wanted my father in our lives again. “So dad…” I sneered in his face, “…I assume that these nitwits helped you escape?” “WATCH YOUR TONE, DONALD…” he said sternly, “…for I’m still your father. However, you’re right about my ‘parole’. I actually got here to have my vengeance, but that does not include killing anyone. Instead of doing that, I will humiliate you in front of all those cameras.” “No please, don’t do that, Jack,” my mother begged him. “It would ruin Donny’s life. Please, don’t do it.” However, I said: “Grab a hold of yourself, mom. So be it, if people make fun of me for wearing diapers. It doesn’t matter to me any longer.” My father then smiled: “I was talking about you being a ghost whisperer.” The hostages had to laugh a little bit, since they didn’t believe in ghosts at all, but when the hit men pointed their guns at them, they immediately fell silent again. Of course, I was now horrified. If anyone knew of my ability, I would be seen as a freak. Then, all out of a sudden, the glass window crashed into pieces and Ben drove in, kicking my father and the hit men aside. Sylvie flew in as well, followed by an army of spirits and ghosts. The hostages now realized that my father was actually true. “Who should watch his tone now, huh,” I said sarcastically, while laughing like hell. My mother laughed as well, while Ben and Sylvie (with her army of spirits and ghosts) chased my father and his men outside, right into the arms of the FBI-agents, who arrested them on the spot and brought them all the way to Alcatraz. After legally filing for a definite divorce with my father, who signed it under force, my mother finally proposed to Ben. Just like I hoped, he said: “YES!” Because of the fact that he was also known as a motorcycle stuntman, the article on their wedding went viral.

One evening, while Sylvie was babysitting me, we were watching an episode of my favorite TV-thriller. At one particular scene of the show, I literally peed and pooped my diaper. Since she was a ghost herself, Sylvie was used to scary stuff. When the credits began to role, she told me that for one entire night, I was allowed to keep on wearing the filthy diaper until morning. “Wow,” I said surprised. “That’s my first time already.” “And also the only time,” Sylvie reminded him. After brushing my teeth, I got in my bed. Sylvie covered me, gave me a goodnight kiss on my cheek and said: “Good night, Donny.” “Likewise,” I said. Then, Sylvie went back to the bathroom and inside the mirror world, so I could have a well-deserved rest.

That was my adventure with, among others, my step-aunt Sylvia Davis (the girl in the mirror).