I looked at myself, my long dark hair, my dark eyes, my sharp cheekbones. Except, it wasnt me.
The Reflection mimicked me, my every move. "Its just a reflection" The theripist would say, her cloudy blue eyes would focus on me, almost penetrating the outer cover of me, almost reaching her, it. The Reflection.
Some times i could feel her, knowing my every thought, knowing what I was going to do before I would do it. It was creepy to say the least, someone knowing your deepest darkest secrets, knowing yourself better than you do.
I set down the unused knife on the bathroom coutner, whenever I hurt myself, it hurt her. Dont get me wrong, Im not a cutter, Ive done it once or twice, not because im depressed. The only way to hurt her. it. Was to hurt myself.
"Who the hell are you!" I spat at my reflection. I could feel her joy, she knew it angered me, not knowing.
My reflection smiled. Only I wasnt.
Sorry this chapter was kinda bad! This was just a intro, to get the idea across! Characters and the story will be introduced next chapter. I really hope anybody that reads this likes the premise :)
