The nightmare.
No matter how many times she tossed and turn in the bed, she could not escape the pain. It was just a dream. Lydia finally decided to wake up and face reality. Her room was dark and cold. But, her body was hot. The sweats on her face streamed down her face to her chest. Goose bumps grew all over her body, she knew that the dream she had meant something. Was it a warning? Or was it just a bad thought that came alive? Or both? She let her feet hit the cold floor. She was so confused. She was so alone. She pulled up her hair in a high ponytail. She wiped her forehead free of sweat. She walked to the bathroom and looked at herself. She had a blank look. She did not look like herself. In her mind, her head was spinning and her screams shook the whole building. But in reality, she just staring at herself. She was trying to figure out who she really was at this moment. Living alone made her thoughts active 24/7, her paranoia active. She grabbed the pack of razor blades from under the sink; and she put it to her vein. She looked at herself and smiled. The only fearful one was the image in the mirror. The one looking at the mirror was not scared. She became two different people. It's like her was trapped in the mirror. All that was heard was the screams coming from all of the mirrors in her flat.
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Lydia
HorrorA story written. The voices that existed in her head became to live in the reality. Her past stayed. She never escaped the pain. The demon has awoken. And he's accompanied with some friends.
