Shattered Reflections

Narration:Desperation

The soft sound of the wind whistling through the trees outside barely reached Ahmed's ears. Inside his room, the atmosphere was thick with tension.

His tiny seven-year-old form sat hunched over in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection. His messy black hair and oversized clothes only made him feel more trapped in the body of someone he didn't recognize.

"I can't stand this... I can't stand being stuck like this forever!" 😤💔 Ahmed muttered to himself, his tiny fists clenching.The image staring back at him only made him more frustrated. The man he used to be—the 29-year-old Ahmed—was nowhere to be found in this fragile little body. His mind screamed, his heart ached, and all he wanted was to return to his old life. He longed for adulthood—the freedom, the independence, the power to do things for himself.

But no. The System had made sure that wasn't possible.

"Gimme back my old form!" he shouted to the empty room, his voice full of desperation. "Gimme back my adulthood!" 😤👊

The walls seemed to close in on him. The silence was broken only by the annoying hum of the System's voice in his head.

"Aww, sweet pie... I don't think that's gonna happen." 😈🎶

Ahmed slammed his hands on the wooden table, his frustration boiling over."You're lying! You said there was a way to change back! You promised!" 😡💥

The System giggled darkly, her tone dripping with malice."Whoops. My bad, sweetie. There's no going back to your old form... It's adorable, watching you struggle like this." 😈🎶

Ahmed's body trembled with rage. He couldn't believe this was happening. His desperation grew as he stared at the mirror, seeing the reflection of the tiny boy that wasn't him. It was a cruel joke—a punishment for something he didn't even understand.

"Why... Why did this happen to me? What did I do to deserve this?" 😞💔

With no one else to talk to, no one else who could understand his pain, Ahmed felt the crushing weight of isolation. He locked the door to his room and collapsed onto the bed.

Meanwhile, outside his room, the door remained closed, and the hallway was quiet. But in the corner of the grand house, two figures stood watching, concerned.

Liza looked at the door, her face filled with confusion and worry."My lady, something is wrong. The young master has locked himself in his room... He won't eat, and he won't even come out." 😟🍽️

Her twin sister, Lili, stood next to her, equally puzzled."Is... Is he sick?" 😔💧

Liza bit her lip, her eyes darting back and forth between the door and the stairs leading down to the rest of the house."I don't know, Lili... Something doesn't feel right." 😕❓

Back inside the room, Ahmed had curled up on the bed, his eyes staring at the ceiling. He had no idea what to do with himself anymore.The only thing he could hear was the constant teasing voice of the System, echoing in his mind.

"Aww, poor little sweet pie... You're so pathetic, all locked up in here." 😈🎶

"I'm not pathetic!" Ahmed shouted aloud, even though no one could hear him. His voice was filled with a mixture of anger and sorrow."I just want my life back! I want to be normal again! Why did you have to mess with me like this?" 😤💔

The System, ever the tormentor, responded in the same teasing tone."You were never normal, sweetie. I just made you a little... more interesting." 😈🎭

"I don't need to be interesting! I just want to be me!" Ahmed yelled, his small body trembling with frustration."I hate this. I hate all of it!" 😤😭

But the System only laughed, her tone dripping with sarcasm."I'm so sorry you feel that way, sweet pie. Maybe if you weren't so cute, I wouldn't have done it... but you're just too adorable!" 😈😏

That was the last straw. Ahmed jumped up from the bed and started pacing, his tiny form making the room feel even smaller.He couldn't take it anymore. The constant mocking, the teasing, the helplessness.

"Enough!" he screamed, slamming his fist into the wall.

Outside the door, Liza and Lili exchanged worried glances."He's never acted like this before..." Liza whispered, her voice filled with concern.

Lili's brow furrowed."Should we tell Lady Clayra?" 😟

Liza hesitated for a moment, biting her lip."I... I don't know. Maybe we should wait. But something isn't right." 😞

Back inside the room, Ahmed's frustration had reached its peak. He sunk down to the floor, his head in his hands."Why me? Why did this happen to me?" he whispered through gritted teeth. 😢💔

The System's voice echoed in his mind once more."Oh, sweet pie... I know you're upset. But the more you resist, the more fun I'll have." 😈🎶

Ahmed's body shook with anger."You're sick. You enjoy this, don't you?" 😡💢

"Aww, you figured it out!" The System giggled."It's cute when you get mad, sweetie. But don't worry, I'll give you a break. For two whole days, I won't tease you." 😈🌸

Ahmed looked up at the ceiling, his mind still in a whirlpool of frustration and despair."A break? Why do I need a break? I want my life back!" 😤

The System's voice softened for a brief moment."I get it, sweet pie. But you'll have to deal with it... just a little longer. It'll be worth it, I promise." 😈💖

Ahmed stood up and began pacing again, not knowing what to do. He was alone with his thoughts, drowning in them. Every second felt like an eternity.

Outside, Liza and Lili continued to watch.They had no idea what was happening behind closed doors, but the tension was growing."Should we check on him again?" Liza asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Lili nodded slowly."I think we should. He's been in there for hours. Maybe he needs something." 😔

Just as they were about to approach the door again, Lady Clayra appeared at the top of the stairs.She looked at the two sisters, her face full of worry."What's going on? Where's Clayra?" 😟

Liza and Lili stepped aside, their faces filled with uncertainty."We don't know, Lady Clayra. He's been locked in his room for hours, and he hasn't eaten anything." 😔

Clayra's eyes darkened, her heart racing."I'll handle this." 😞

Epilogue:

Inside the room, Ahmed's mind was racing.His body was still that of a child, and the helplessness gnawed at him. His spirit felt crushed beneath the weight of his frustration.The System, ever the tormentor, would never stop its teasing, but he would hold on. He had to.

As the door to the room creaked open, a soft voice entered the room."Sweet pie, I'm sorry..." 😈

It was the System again. But this time, it was different. Her voice wasn't mocking, but almost... comforting?

Ahmed's head snapped up."What?"

The System's voice was softer than usual."I didn't mean to push you too hard. Just... trust me. You're not alone." 😈💖

Ahmed sighed deeply, feeling the tension in his chest loosen just a little. Maybe there was hope after all.

"Fine... fine, I'll trust you... for now." 😔

And with that, the door opened fully. Clayra stood there, her worried eyes softening as she saw Ahmed sitting on the floor.

"Clayra..." She whispered, taking a step forward.

The young master would find his way back. But for now, he wasn't alone.

End of Chapter