Mirrors

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It is said that mirrors show us who we really are, and that the eyes are the windows to our souls.

If that's the case, then I'm nothing short of a monster.

Blood covered my hands, wrists, and forearms. Various sized dots of red were sprayed across my face, neck, and shirt, some of them running down my face and neck like tears. There was an evil in my eyes that I've never seen before and an unnatural wickedness in the smile that was plastered to my face as I dropped the blood coated shard of glass that still remained in my hand.

It was just a glance to the side as I was dragging the two teen's bodies into their bathroom, but it was enough to inflict a strong sense of terror inside myself. I looked like I enjoyed killing people more than anything else the world could offer...but it wasn't really me. It was like something else was controlling my body to do these things.

After tearing my gaze from the mirror, I finished dragging the bodies into the shower, closed the curtain, then went to the sink and scrubbed the thick, bright red liquid off of my hands, arms, face, and neck. I glanced back to the shower to see if anything was sticking out, kicked the bloodied hand back behind the curtain, and left the bathroom. Displacing the evidence at least a little would provide a short delay in uncovering the murder scene, so I ripped the blood soaked sheets off of the beds, and, deciding it might be interesting, threw the sheets over the bodies, picked up the shard of bloody glass, and placed it in one of the teens' hands to make it seem like they killed their roommate, then themself.

I scanned over my horrific work one last time before stalking out of the room.

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A/N: Sorry for such a short update and for taking so long to update again. I've been working on other novels and I went on a short vacation recently.

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