"Hey. Hey, are you awake?" a voice said.
"Yeah I am, who are you?" I wondered.
"I'm you, silly. " the voice replied. Curious, I walked towards the voice which echoed through the darkness. Somehow I could only see myself glowing, the rest were pitch black and filled with eerie auras. As I run deeper towards the voice, I could feel my fear increased. I wasn't very sure of what I was afraid of, but I was just afraid.
"Hey, are you looking for me? " the voice asked. I had a feeling that if I found out who's behind this voice, I'd be at ease.
"Y-yeah, so stay where you are, I'm coming to get you! " I replied, running while the echoes still lasted.
Suddenly the voice laughed. Giggled. Clapped her hand for three times, and stopped. "Silly, you won't find me. I'm you, and you are me. I know your steps. I know you and I'm positive that you know me." The voice said, calmly.
I ran. I ran while she was giggling, while she was giving me so much time to hear her. Finally, I see a light. The same glowing light as I do. I rushed to it and whatever I saw, I will never believe in myths as myths again.
"Why are you quiet? Weren't you looking for me? " she said, giggling. But when I looked at her smile, her tears were dripping like it was raining. Her expressions were so painful that it made me swallow my tears. Although her back were facing me, I knew exactly who she was.
She was me.
I ran and hugged her, telling her not to cry and not to doubt on herself. I comforted like anyone would do, since she was me after all.
She laughed again. This time, a mad one. She stopped crying, and she laughed as if she was a lunatic. Then she smiled and asked: "Why did you came when you knew you were scared? Why did you come to let your fears overtake you? " and she morphed into a monster that I knew she was. When I looked at my left, there was a small crack of mirror. I held it and surprisingly, I looked exactly how she was. When i took a glance on the monster I've made, it swallowed me and laughed with satisfaction.
I woke up, hands trembling with fear and head accepting of what I had seen. It was all a dream, or was it?
I felt something sharp on my left hand. The crack of mirror which had slightly cut the skin of my palm had my blood stained on the mirror.
How could I ever sleep again?
