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Chapter 12

Kirstie's Point of View

*Her dream*

It was so cold. I felt like I was going to die from frost bite. I could see myself in a mirror, showing me at five years old.

Why am I five?

I saw something emerge from the sides of the mirror.

A shadow.

It had a face, one I have never seen before. It's eyes were a bright shade of grey and it's hair was black, along with the rest of its body.

I started to cry. Hot tears streaming down my face as I try to run, but my feet were cemented to the foggy ground I stood on.

It's long and skinny fingers grabbed hold of my arm, pulling me into the mirror.

"No! No, Let me go!" I cried.

"Kirstie..." it growled.

"Let me go! Please let me go!"

It continued to growl my name as I tried to fight it off. Punching, kicking, smacking. Anything to make this thing stop.

"Shhh.... it's okay... it's okay...." it hissed, opening its jaws, showing off its enormous fangs.

Smaller shadows gagged me, making it hard to breathe. I forgot about the tears running down my face. All I could do was look into its eyes.

"Please..." I begged, "Let me go!"

At that moment I was pulled right into the glass. Shards ran against my skin, leaving blood and some skin behind. The shadows on my face tightened, making it impossible to cry, talk, or breathe.

"B-bye Kirsten..." it grinned an evil smirk.

Then there was darkness. Colors popped up every now and then, but I could say or even describe what the colors were.

I felt my self start to fall.

Then I woke up...

I know, it was short. But I'm getting major writers block! Help! But anyway, I was thinking about writing another story, except instead of them being successful and in their 20s, I was thinking maybe in high school. What do you think, should I? Thank you guys, truly I never thought in would get past 20 votes!
--Alice