I Smile.....
I smile at the face staring at me in the mirror but she doesn't smile back. I wave slightly but she doesn't seem to be moving. My reflection was no longer mine, it was hers. My smile dimmed as a smirk crossed her lips. I turned to leave but the moment I moved it was if I had been pushed through 10 walls. I tried to stand but my back hurt way too much. She stood right in front of me her image disoriented from my blurry vision. I helplessly patted the ground hoping to feel my glasses in my hand, but with no luck the girl laughed as I heard a crunching glass. My breath quickened as I noticed her shadow grabbed my ankle to pull me towards her closely. She bent down and grabbed me by the collar and lifted me off the ground until my face was inches from her. Her eyes no longer looked like mine they were a horrible mercy color that was filled with hate, but what do I do? She pinned me against a nearby wall that no longer resembled the wall in my room. You're in my world now she said with a voice that made me cringe as though I heard to sterphone cups scraping together.
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