I don't know what I look like. Or what I look like now. I don't remember the last time I looked at myself in the mirror. Must have been when I was seven or eight. I'm eighteen now.
It's been more than seven years now. Since I last saw myself. Picture. Or even reflection
Because every time I do, It's there. Looking at me with its punctured eyes. Tears made of black blood. Sharpest teeth I've ever seen. Noseless. It's 9 foot tall height made of bones and skin. Long bony fingers. Staring right at me
I've told my parents. They thought I was mentally unstable or worst, Liars. So what ever I do that'd tick them off, they'd place me in front of mirror for a very long time. So long at times, I could see it's hands trespass the mirror. Trying to reach me.
My parents would only let me out when they've had enough of my screams
I told my friends. Let's just say I don't have any friends anymore. I am a target of continuous bullying
That was until He came into my life and that I made an agreement with it.
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