The Double

I don't know how to be myself. It's like I'm permanently outside myself. Like, like you could push your hands straight trough me if you wanted to. And I can see the type of man I actually am and I know that I'm doing it but I'm incapable of what needs to be done. I'm like Pinocchio, a wooden boy. Not a real boy. And it kills me. 
(c) The Double, 2013
Once upon a time there was a man, who was as good as gold and as naive as possible. Despite his positive features, he never revealed his true character, because people admitted the lack of charisma and even didn't say him a word. He didn't have a good relationship with anybody. His name was Mr. Cellophane. He was diffident and considerate, though nobody saw it. He thought it was good to be down-to-earth and not to hurt other's feelings. He wasn't top of the class at school, sportsman or easy-going guy. Mr. Cellophane was just middle-of-the-road. 
One day he looked at his own reflection in the mirror and realized that it didn't bear a striking resemblance to him. No, no - the same curly hair and thin face, a whole map of freckles on his cheeks, but it wasn't him.
 - Hello, - said his own reflexion with a cunning smile, - Are you still drawn to that girl from your office? Nice, but void. You didn't succed in making friends with her, and the didn't go with you. My poor boy, you still can't understand, that your love is not returned. Don't judge a book by its cover. You're not her type. 
 - I really don't take to my own reflection, - answered Mr. Cellophane, almost ready to lose his patience. - Who are you?
 - You're so brainless sometimes, - said the man softly. - I'm Mr. Enahpollec. You should stop thinking the world of anybody, except me. Do you understand what I meen?
 - Wha..
 - Ah, well, time to go, - said Mr. Enahpollec, - I'll keep in contant with you, sweetie. Bye!
Mr. Cellophane wanted to say something, but the mirror became dark and suddenly fell on the floor.