[445 words] Hi. I'm Moonie and I'm going to be writing this story! I hope you enjoy this first chapter into a new beginning of.. OH I CANT PUT THIS DOWN. Author please continue writing! Ahhh I wish that would happen hehe. Okay enough of my talk! Go ahead and enjoy the story!!
Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat.
My heart stops. As I listen for the foot steps again it goes,
silent.
The deathly silence consumes me.
I wait.
And wait.
But nothing.
Was I running for-?
No. I say to reinforce my confidence. I'm not imagining it. I s a w it.
Right?
• • • - - - • • •
I come out of my closet and step towards the long, wooden mirror I had laying up against my wall. I stare deep into my own chocolate eyes. Darkness.
I felt.
Unreal.
This moment.
My skin felt as though I had just torn all of the dead particles off of it and stripped it from its oils, new. And flesh like.
This wasn't me.
It can't be.
I pushed my blonde, silky hair behind my ear.
I then notice a small crack in my mirror-.
"Was that always there?" I think to myself, but whispering very softly.
I look back into my eyes, deep with the sensation to consume them. I stop myself mid thought. Slowly touching my own reflection hand to hand.
Real.
No.
I pull back as my mirror shatters. I see myself frown in the mirror as it had shattered. But i has pulled back in shock. And I sat there in the mirror emotionless.
Why-?
The mirror had broken into tiny shards as it had hit the floor. Scattered I saw some of the shards forming circles and rectangles. "Weird" I thought to myself, but didn't question it further. But then I had noticed the design it had formed.
• • • - - - • • •
This couldn't mean anything.
I didn't care for what this meant. Soon I would regret that as I had saw this sign everywhere and had started to phase it out. This was my biggest regret by far.
I decided to clean up the mess like nothing had happened even though my entire mirror was now just a wooden rectangle sitting up against my wall. I destroy the weird pattern the shards had created and push it all into a dust pan. I look down at my reflection.
Reflection.
What an odd word I thought.
I advert my gaze back to the wooden panel.
*sigh*
I look back down.
The pattern.
It was back.
In the dust pan.
Again I paid no mind and dumped them into the garbage. Little did I know
I would soon see them again.
Everywhere.
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Death Loop
ParanormalAmber lu Poppy is a 14-year-old teenager who enjoys photography, cookery and binge-watching boxed sets. She is inspiring and kind, but can also be very selfish and a bit sadistic. She is American. She is currently at school. Physically, Amber is in...
