A silvery surface rises above me. Beneath me a oak wood wall, filled with lines of the years I was here. I try to turn but I cannot, a wall stopping me. Great. Through the mirror surface I see my twin. My good twin. Uh it is disguisting. All gold and shiny. Ha, I will tell her when I am out of here.
I hate good. It is so GOOD.
I am EVIL.
And that is why I am trapped here. Because she could not take it. The witch I have for a mother. But soon I will be free. Soon.
