You're Like A French Fry (a transgender love story)

Stuck in an elevator (adnormal addition)

As we enter the elevator, my brain wanders to what we should do.

"Lee, you look thoughtful," James spoke, running his fingers against my back.

"What are we gonna do?" I reply.

"What do you mean?" He asks, as the elevator stops.

The door doesn't open.

"Shit, are we stuck?" I panic.

The elevator doesn't move for a solid ten minutes.

I look around. There's a mirror behind us. I turn to look at the mirror.

"HOLY SHIT!" I scream.

There's a shadowy figure behind me.

"Baby, what's wrong?" James turns to the mirror. "There's nothing there!"

The shadowy figure comes closer to me.

I'm breathing heavily, terrified of... That thing.

It wraps it's cold hand around my neck. It squeezes my neck, tight.

I can't breathe.

I move my hands up the shadowy figure's hand, and try to pry it off.

It's grip only tightens.

Before I know it, blood is oozing out of my throat. Both outside and inside.

James eyes are bright red.

"Babe! I can't help you! Something's stopping me!" He manages to choke out, before his eyes turn to stone.

I look into the mirror.

The shadowy figure has taken over my boyfriend.

I choke, blood gushing out of my mouth, landing onto the ground.

My stomach feels like shit, and the shadowy figure only makes everything worse.

I look up at the mirror, my eyes seem to have turned red.

Before I know it, the shadow takes over of my body. And I can't do anything. No matter how hard I try to not do what it wants me to do, it has too much power.

It controlling me, grabs James, and chokes him.

"NOOOO!" I screamed, feeling locked in.

I look away from the screen. The screen of everything this shadow is doing to James.

I look down at my hands, they're clenched tight.

Before I know it, my anger takes over.

I smash through the screen, and grab the shadows hands. I rip them off of James.

And I climb through the screen, my heart racing like never before.