Reflections

Four

She finally headed towards the door.
I had locked the door so when she came to it and tried, it wouldn't budge.
I stepped forward, knife raised, then she screamed.
I laughed and took a picture, the flash blinding both her and me.
She turned, "what the hell?!"
I kept laughing, doubling over and dropping the plastic knife.
She stared, terrified still, now frozen in fear.
I take another photo, and in the light I see my face in a reflection.
Dark, bloody, the mask must be perfectly scary.
I then realized that wasn't the mask. It was my face.
I don't know how but the mask was gone.
My face shone with blood that poured from my eyes and mouth.
I choke out a scream and throw the mask off.
My reflection was normal again.
I force a laugh.
Juliette gasped at me, "what are you doing?!"
"Tearing down the queen." I put the camera away and go to the door, "let's see how everyone loves you now you screaming bitch."
"That was rude and you know it." She looked taken aback.
I frown, what no crying? Threatening?
I huff and try to open the door.
It wouldn't budge, "ey. Oh."
I take out the key and unlock the padlock.
It falls and I tug on the door, nothing.
She pushed me out of the way and pulled, "I'll have your head for this! You hear me?!"
The door still wouldn't budge.
"Hey!" She screamed for her friends.
They ran on the other side and pushed on the door, "coming!"
I took a step back and ran. I have another exit and will have to use that to escape.
I trip over my own trip wire and crash into a mirror, the glass shattering and tearing into my skin.

"That's what you get!" She yelled from the other side of the room.
I stand up and look at my reflection, cuts under my eyes made it look like I was crying blood.
I cough and blood comes up out of my mouth and trickles down my chin.
I try to wipe it off but the blood smudged all over my face.
I looked back at the mirror.
I look just like the reflection of me with the mask.
How odd right?
She looked at me and screamed again, screaming with laughter, and grabbed my camera, taking a picture, "now we are even!"
The door finally gave in and her friends tumble in.
One jumps up and looks at me, "Lizzy?!"
Oh yes. Mark knew me. Whoops.

The other stood and formed a wall around her, each looking at the knife.
I stand, "what no one's going to ask if I'm okay?"
I could barely see. I could taste my in blood.
This sucked.
They turned their glare at me.
Well most of them.
Mark kept his eyes on the mirror next to him, I notice his reflection.
A clown.