I wake up from another sleepless night. The water lay still next to my bed. The voices were getting louder and louder so I drank as much water as I could to wash them away. Sometimes I think of the people in a river getting nearer and nearer to me but then I just drown them all away. I get up and dressed. Before I go down stairs I thought I would do my hair I walk over to my filing cabinet to get my brush and then I walk over to my ancient mirror. I personally don't see how it's not dirty we have had it for generations now and we have never ever cleaned it. There is something odd about but I can't get my head wrapped around what's so weird about it. I look into the mirror and scream! My face it was different like a monster. My face was crumbling and my eyes were bright red. My teeth were pointy and yellow. I collapse onto the ground closing my eyes not daring to look into the mirror. I run into the bathroom and peek through my fingers into the bathroom mirror. I take my hands away from my face and stare. This couldn't be, how could my face be different all of a sudden? I take a deep breath and push the memory to the back of my head. My heart thumps up out of my chest. It was nothing I say, it was just my imagination. I stumble down stairs to see mum. I didn't dare tell her about the mirror she would think I was so off my head that she would probably send me to the doctor or worst an asylum. After Lunch we head to the graveyard to give Molly our new spring roses. The graveyard was peaceful there was not a sound to be heard apart from the occasional ruffle of leafs. Me And my mum kneel down on the grass and hand her our roses. I leave my mum with Molly and then walk of round the graveyard. I walk for five minutes but then stop at a stone covered in goo. I grab a leaf and wipe the strange goo away and then read the stone.
IN MEMORY OF JAY SUTHERLAND
Died from suicide after brother
Zachary Sutherland dies after heartbreaking murder
RIP
Flashbacks of Molly jump into to my brain. I kick them out of my head and then lay a leftover rose onto his grave. It was quite weird. I felt like I knew him. But that couldn't be! I must be in a different world. I Stand back up from the grave and then hurry of to find my mother.
