I'm dancing at a party, gettin' wasted. I want to forget everything from today. It gives me chills only thinking about it.
-Flashback-
I'm washing my hair, tired from school, happy that the weekend is coming. I dry myself looking in the mirror at my reflection. Damn, I look fucking exhausted. I can't believe how stormy my eyes look. I brush my damp hair behind my ear in frustration.
Suddenly I see a boy in the mirror next to me.
He has black hair, (almost) black eyes an the palest skin I have ever seen in my entire life. Imagine a sheep. If ou wash it's 'furr' then it's so white it almost shines. That is the color of his skin.
I am mesmerised by him. I turn to the side to see if he's really there, but see nothing. I look again in the mirror only to be regarded by a mad grin from the boy's face.
I snap to reality again and start screaming. I quickly wrap the towel I am holding around my naked body and sprint of to my bedroom across the hall.
I scream and scream and scream and I see him everywhere i look. The dark boy with a wicked grin etched in his face.
I don't stop screaming until he finally dissappears and my whole family is panting in my room, seeing me writhing in pain and horror on my bed.
-Flashback over-
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