Regina rolled over in her dark room. She couldn't sleep without Natasha's constant breathing above her, in the top bunk. Her mind wandered and raced. Thought after thought kept her awake until the wee hours of the morning. Would Natasha ever come back?
She rolled over carelessly and flipped on the light. She pulled out her book and slid the bookmark out. She busied herself quickly and started to nod off. The book slid out of her tired hands and the comfort of the lamp remained.
At an early time, Regina woke up again. She replaced the book on the shelf and flipped off the light. But then again, another problem. She couldn't sleep. She flipped the light back on and slipped out of bed. She put her slippers on over her socks and stood. A creak sounded as she opened the white door and arrived at the bathroom door.
She looked mournfully in the mirror. Would she be the only Ivanov twin. No one would ever confuse her for Natasha again.
She suddenly put her hand to her face. Her skin was clear, but in her reflection, a mole akin to her sister's. She was startled out of her revelation when her reflection turned and pounded her hands on the mirror. She mouthed "Help me," before the mirror shattered and left no remnant of the missing twin.
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The Other Reflection And Other Scary Shorts
LosoweA few creepy stories from the bowels of my mind.
