Tip Toe Thru' the Tulips...

2: Mirror Mirror on the Wall...

(TW for description of body horror [around the face], blood and slight gore, violence)

(Got in the mood to write something fucked up so let's go bitches. Also no the name is not an OC it was a random name-)

The red display of the digital clock showed what time it was. Midnight. Vanessa knew she needed to sleep but something stopped her. Maybe it was the fact that her mirror was uncovered on her vanity, when she would cover it. Last thing she wanted in the middle of the night was the reflection of someone's high beams getting in her eyes. But she didn't cover it tonight. Too warm under the pile of blankets, she just rolled over to try and sleep.

And this time she did manage to, for almost four and a half hours. But she woke up again, the room still dark. The red light in the corner showed that it was 4 in the morning. Venessa groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. She was still tired but had to use the bathroom. Snatching her phone to use as a light, she walked out her room and into the hallway. 

She made her business quick, stopping to wash her hands. As she scrubbed the soap into her hands, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She could see herself, although barely. Bed hair and bags under her eyes. She sighed, looking down to rinse the suds off her hands. She looked back up while drying, nearly jumping at what she saw.

A woman's face but with parts of it...missing. Muscle exposed and pulsing in the cold air, some digging so deep to expose bone. Veins pulsed blood through, the slightest twitch from them as the natural occurrence. Vanessa blinked, and it was back to just her. "Damn dark," she muttered to herself, tossing the towel on the counter and leaving the bathroom. 

The dark played tricks on everyone's eyes but to be that detailed...it still made her shudder. Still she fell asleep again and managed to not see that gruesome face again. Her alarm went off at 9 in the morning and she groggily got out of bed to shut the digital clock off. Vanessa  stumbled into the bathroom again, this time to brush her teeth. She grabbed her toothbrush and looked around for the toothpaste, catching a glance in the mirror.

That woman's horrid face was back, this time with light making the sight worse. Parts of her face weren't missing, it was as if they were torn off. Uneven and with bits of skin hanging on like a thread. One tear was along her jaw, another across her throat. Every breath of air this woman took could be seen and tracked until it was an exhale. Vanessa blinked, hoping it was just her brain revisiting the nightmare from five hours ago. 

The woman was still there. This time closer to Vanessa. A strand of bloody skin hung just over her shoulder, brushing against her pajama top as this woman breathed. Vanessa turned around, raising her toothbrush as a pathetic attempt of a weapon. She hoped to see nothing and that she was just...having a really, really shitty morning.

Her heart sank when she came face to face with the woman. She could feel every exhale that was taken brush across her face. She could see the damage done to the skin and the muscles. As if whoever...whatever tore the woman's face wasn't just ripping at skin. She met the woman's eyes, finding a stare just as scared. 

Vanessa stumbled backwards, lower back painfully hitting her sink edge. She watched, in horror, as the woman's vocal cords vibrated as she spoke in a raspy, regretful voice.

"Look behind you."

Despite the fact that it was a horrible idea...Vanessa turned. Something new was in the mirror but she couldn't process what it looked like when it attacked. Digging what felt like knives into her face and ripping. Blood splattered everywhere, staining everything in the bathroom. Vanessa managed one scream before her attacker tore her vocal cords. It hurt worse than anything imaginable, but eventually all the blood that was gathering in her mouth and throat made her fade into what she hoped was death.

When she woke up with the woman from earlier in a room made of mirrors, she was able to weep silently. Her sobs sounded like they were coming from a broken record player. At least there was no pain. The other woman said nothing to her as she seemed to heal from her injury. She didn't even look at Vanessa until she stepped through one of the mirrors...completely healed. Leaving Vanessa alone. 

Something's claws curled around her shoulders. Something whispered in her ear.

"Find me another and you'll be freed."

Another distorted wail tried to come from Vanessa's throat, only becoming a wheeze with a slight gurgle pitching in. The creature behind her left without a care for her reaction. She tried to break the mirrors, wanting to have a shard to either kill that monster with or herself if that didn't work. But nothing happened. Just desperate pounding on glass.

One mirror displayed a man in a suit checking himself out. 

She knew what she had to do.