I gasped in shock as I looked around. I was in a dark room, surrounded by blank walls that just stared back at me. I ran up to the mirror. I saw a girl with frizzy brown hair and scared brown eyes. My body was covered in bruises and cuts. I just realized that it hurts to move around. I was in ripped clothes that barely covered anything. I heard the door creak open; I gasped as I turned around. There was a guy there, he was covered head to toe in black. I couldn’t see his face as he raised the axe, running towards me. I screamed in fear.
I woke up in shock and ran to the mirror. I looked in my eyes and saw that girl and the fear in her eyes. I touched my hair to make sure it was straight. I clutched my heart in fear in fear of the nightmare that plagues me. I still could see her and the bruises and cuts that litter her body like horrible reminders of what has happened. To me, she was just a girl with a horrible past that she can’t escape. I sigh in relief of the thought that she isn’t real and don’t have to suffer. Now to be honest, I don’t want to go back to sleep. I am afraid of dreaming of the girl with a horrible life, but I’m still so sleepy. I think or hope that I won’t see her again. I look into the mirror again. I can see the girl in the mirror. I can see her in me when I look into the mirror. I am afraid that inside that I am her. I don’t want the look of fear in my eyes. She is the only one I can see in the mirror.
I just sigh again and head back to the bed, thinking of the bruised girl, and how she suffers. I wonder how does she survive. I know she thinks that the pain is proof that she is still living. She is the person I see in the mirror.
“The pain will fade over time,” she told me. It is just proof, is all.
