Short story 3

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*extremely dark*

"Who are you?" I question the person in my head that is screaming things to me.
"You'll figure it out." The voice replies back steadily but raspy.

I couldn't think of what to do, so I ran to the bathroom to splash water on my face, to wake up, to forget.
When I look at my reflection I become terrified of not only the voice in my head, but my appearance. In which on the outside I looked exactly the same, but I, on the inside was horrific.

I scream.

"I know who you are now," I say to the voice using my head as a place to conquer.
"Oh yeah?" It says back to me happily.
"I know the devil."
"My darling, that's terrifying." It jokes because it knows.
"I just looked her in the eyes." I whisper.

Then everything turned b l a c k.

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