The Girl in the Mirror Rough Draft

Chapter One

I was laying in bed half asleep when I realized there was a strange tapping sound. It sounded like it was on glass. I barely opened my eyes to notice that it was one of the mirrors on my closet door. I assumed it was the cat playing, though I've never heard her doing it in a rhythmic beat before. I rolled over to find that the cat was laying on the pillow on the opposite side of the bed. If that wasn't her then who was it? I shot up and looked over. I didn't have my contacts in so i couldn't tell what it was but I could see the silhouette of a female. I laid back down closed my eyes and tried to pretend it wasn't there.

When I woke up in the morning I looked over at the mirror and saw nothing. I assumed I dreamed it. After I took my shower and got dressed I stood in front of the bathroom mirror. I opened up the cabinet to get my contact supplies. What I saw when I shut it was horrifying. There was my reflection but it wasn't me. She had solid black eyes replacing my bright emerald green ones and a crooked grin with vampire like teeth. Her hair was and black like mine but was covered in blood, along with her face. The bathroom was replaced with what looked like hell. The walls ran red with blood.

I put my hand on my face to feel the blood. I felt nothing but as she did the same I saw she had pointed fingernails. I started to put my hand out to the glass. She moved with me when all of a sudden she jumped forward causing me to jump back. It looked like she was laughing but I couldn't hear her.

She began to tap on the mirror shaking it slightly. I realized that it was the same rhythm from last night. It was HER I saw last night. She was the silhouette I had seen last night. I wanted to run away and scream but I couldn't. I froze with fear. The glass looked like it was starting cracking. It got worse and worse until it shattered. I felt a sharp pain in my foot. I looked down to see that a shard of glass had cut my foot. Meaning that this wasn't a dream, this was real. I looked up in fear. She leaned out of the medicine cabinet, putting her face just inches from mine. She's so much thinner than me. I have a little meat on me, but she's all skin and bones. She stuck we tongue out and licked my face. I saw that she had a pointed tongue.

All of a sudden I heard the doorbell. My head snapped to the bathroom door. I had totally forgot that my boyfriend was coming to pick me up for work. I looked back to the girl but she was gone. The broken glass was no longer there. Everything was normal. It's as if nothing even happen. All but one thing. I still had a cut on my foot. I walked to the door and let Jonathan in.

"Why aren't you dressed yet Marie?" He began to question me. "You're always ready when I get here." "I...I," I began to try and explain when he interrupted me. "Baby what happened to your foot?" I looked down to see that the bleeding had gotten pretty bad. "Why are you walking around with such a bad cut? Let me clean it up and wrap it in gauze." "O.... OK." I replied as I sat on the bed and stared at my foot. How is this possible? I began thinking to myself. Everything else is back to normal. What is she?

"MARIE!" I snapped my head up at John to see him standing there in front of me. "Yes babe?" I replied. He sat down and started to take care of my foot talking to me, "What's with you today?" "I don't know I'm just kind of out of it today." I replied. "Yea I can tell. So how in the hell did you get this glass in your foot?" I looked at his hand to see part of the glass from when the mirror in his hand. How is that even possible? All of the pieces are in the mirror. There's not even a scratch.

He sighed and told me he called our manager. "I told him you're not feeling well and you're not yourself. I also told him about the cut." I winced in pain as he poured alcohol onto it and wiped it with a rag. "He said if it's really that bad I might as well not come in and make sure that you're OK. He'll call around and try to find someone to replace us." He finished wrapping my foot. He got up and asked me if I wanted my glasses as he walked into the bathroom. I said yes and he handed them to me.

He gave me a kiss on the forehead. "You know little lady you worry me." I smiled at him weekly and he sighed. "What am I going to do with you?" "Tie me up and throw me in the closet?" He gave a little chuckle, "Like I say every time you say that, you would enjoy that to much" I smiled a little "Now there's my baby girls beautiful smile" He gave a hug and then picked me up in his arms and sat me on the sofa. "Now then my little lady I'm going to go make us some popcorn while you pick out a movie" He handed me the tablet and I started to go thru Netflix.

We laid on the couch and cuddled up as we ate the popcorn and watched a happy movie. Half way thru it I fell asleep. When I woke up I was laying in my bed with his arms wrapped around me. I sighed and started to move from out of his arms. He pulled me back in and got so his upper half was leaning over me and I looked up at him. "Did you sleep well baby girl?" He kisses me lightly and I couldn't help but smile.

"Well I always sleep well when I'm next you." I lightly placed my hand on his cheek. He smiled down at me and said. "Well I reckon baby girl." I felt myself start blushing and getting a big smile on my face so I rolled over and his my face in the pillow.

. Why must he say things that make me blush? He knows how much I love be his country accent and when he calls me baby girl.

"Now don't you hide that gorgeous smile from me." Before I got the chance to reply I heard a meow. I looked up to see my cat staring up at him smacking him with her paw. "Look Fluffy's telling you to leave me alone and to stop making me blush." He took advantage of my head being up and gave me a kiss. When he stopped I went back into hiding.

He laughed and then crawled out of bed. I got up and picked up fluffy and walked to the closet. I wasn't paying much attention to the mirrors on the door as I was opened it. I sat fluffy down and watched her as she ran into the kitchen to get the fresh can of tuna John had opened.

When I had shut the closet door SHE was there again. But this time she wasn't in the same position and my reflection was there. I saw my own reflection and her sitting on the bed. I turned around but she wasn't there. John walked into the room and his reflections wasn't his own. He came behind me and wrapped his arms around me. His distorted reflection turned his head and looked back at her. I asked john if anything looked weird in the mirror to him. He couldn't see this. Could it be my imagination? It can't be, if it was then my foot wouldn't have gotten cut.

His reflection walked over to her and sat with her. His didn't look like him. He's a bigger guy but the reflection was skin and bones just like mines. His red hair and beard were covered in blood. He had what looked like flesh in the beard.

They just sat there smiling at me with those crooked grins. I noticed that unlike her vampire teeth, all of his were pointed. They began to tap their feet. It's that rhythm again. I can hear their feet tapping, but it didn't sound like a foot tap. This time it sounded like a drum.

It got louder with each beat. The louder it got the more the room in the reflection changed. Blood stains began to appear on the walls and floors. Everything started to turn red. All of a sudden they stopped tapping their feet but the drums continued starting to go faster. They stood and came to the mirror. She leaned forward and smiled at me.

They stood the same way John and I are standing. His arms wrapped around her waist, head leaning on her and him slightly occasionally kissing her cheek. John said baby but before he could finishes saying whatever it was I was staring at her in John's arms. I turned my head to see that I was now in the reflection.

I screamed and started banging on the glass. I can tell that John knew something was wrong. Out of nowhere I could see a look of terror on his face and just as he did the reflection version of him grabbed me by my hair and held my waist tighter. He dug his claws into my side.

I watched helplessly crying as I watched her nails grow into long crawls. She grinned and turned around slitting John's throat. I started to scream and fell to the ground as I was let go. I sat there staring at his body, not quite dead yet. He struggled to reach his hand to what look liked me. I cried and whispered I loved you. He said it back and then he was gone.

I sat there for a few seconds crying. His reflection grabbed my face, scratching me as he did. He just stared into my eyes with those black soulless ones. Slowly he started to turn more in john. I sat there helplessly watching him crying harder as he transformed.

When he was done and he looked identical to John, he started at me giving me the same loving look that he would when I was upset. He started to speak in John's voice but it was slightly distorted. "I love you baby girl. I promise you it'll be OK. I'll never let anything bad happen to you. You mean everything to me." He grinned digging deeper into my face.