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Stuck in this wiltering room, my eyes shut tight, facing the glowing lamp as small grey mice scatter close to my feet with my weak hands holding them closer. They were the ones keeping me company all the time. As I try and stand up to the wooden floorboards, a flash of light blinds my fading eyes from my sight of oblivion from dusty window stilts as the skies cry, flooding my view of the outside. Falling back in surprise heavily, my back punches the floor and at that moment, wind pushes me down into another place, is this the end?
My pale hands grasp the planks still existing in my dark room. I look down to see a floor with the atmosphere tasting of fear as my long tousled hair, as black as night itself hangs heavily to my head like roots of a flower. Letting go of my tight grip I fall into the unknown with my knees and sharp elbows supporting the rest of my body. I stand up with my grey eyes sheltered upon my thick fringe. No soul was seen. No breath was heard. As I pace, my footsteps begin to explore through the dark world that I see before me, with the marble floor creaking with every step I was taking. I begin to ponder, will the lightning strike before the hostile creatures come? Or will the big brown sticks stand set ablaze through the fire and the flames?
My feet stop. My eyes face to... my own self . A mirror, I suppose? Or is this just dream? Engraved with its silver, framed with gold, the glass was touched by my finger. It began to split my reflection into cracks. Shocked by the shrieking sound, I let my delicate finger out of reach of the mirror and my clouded iris' commenced to shrink. Behind the distance, a man of stone appears from the corner of shaded mirror. A museum of surprises, I'd say. My tongue speaks of silence aside from the taste of shattered metal and dust.
As seconds past I peered at the frozen human. It's eyes shriek of pain, it's arms defending it's mortal sight. I just can't stop staring at it. A second later, as my eyelids blinked, the golden mirror focused on the stone figure. Her (my) head turned to my back; bonded mist, even darker than poison, escaped from the depths of the carvings mouth, slithering through the shaded tiles. Fear germinated in my mind, what is happening?!
My reflection displayed my eyes, shocked, afraid. And as she (I) paced behind slowly, with her (my) shivering hands overlaying my mouth as she (I) had no other words to speak. It came closer and closer. Panicking, her (my) I could hear withered whispers and as the unknown monster climbed to her (my) shoulder, a bite on her (my) neck threw thick liquid, as red as roses all over the severed glass.
That was when I saw behind my shoulder, to my left, the very same monster arising from its grave.
