Horror Short Stories

Visible

I looked into the mirror.
Visible. Completely visible.
Blue eye on the left, green on the right.
Still heterochromatic.
Nose.
Covered in freckles.
Hair.
A deep red.
Dyed.
Lips.
Dark Purple.
Lipstick smothered them.
I turn around to grab my brush.
And I turn back.
Invisible.
Nothing.
I'm forced to look for something in the mirror. Something that tells me that I'm still here.
My eyes.
My nose.
My hair.
My lips.
Anything.
Yet when I turn around once again, I drop my brush onto the bed.
I look back.
Dark black eyes.
Pale white nose.
Darkest black hair.
Red lips.
Black wings.
Visible. Completely visible.