Status: Completed Language: Taglish Genre: Mystery-Thriller Weeks after getting married, the wife woke up stuck inside a mirror. How will she survive? Can she handle the truth she'll see underneath the reflection? How can she tell her husband that she's only there? I Am Here written by MysteriousAbbysssss

Bianca Guevara, a sixteen-year-old high school student, is an epitome of beauty and grace. Her charm is irresistible, making her the perfect choice to take the role of Snow White in their school play. Just like what the role requires, she needs to bite a poisonous apple. Unfortunately, that bite leads her to a tragic end. Suicide. That's what everyone thinks. The authorities and the school administration made everyone believe bit's a suicide. They are not aware of the underlying truth that veils the crime-or maybe they are? Years later, when everyone starts to forget about that tragic event, their class is asked to re-enact the same legendary play-Snow White. In the midst of their rehearsal, something scared the hell out of them . . . it's a mysterious note placed under a bitten red apple. 'Snow White is dead. The fairest of them all is murdered and the evil witch is here.' Those are the exact words in the note--written in fresh crimson blood. _____ Date Started: May 26, 2021 Date Finished: Snow White is Dead by MysteriousAbbysssss

When someone experiences something traumatizing, the first thing they impulsively think of is, why me? But what's considered as traumatizing? Getting a bad grade on a test? A family member dying? Or maybe something more sinister, more painful. Such as domestic violence, or perhaps rape. Those are far worse than getting a bad grade on a test. I would know. Because I experience something considered as traumatizing everyday. But to me it's just normal. What can I say? I was raised that way. I know that it's wrong, but it's not like I can do anything to prevent it. Sure, it hurts. But after a while you get used to the pain and it doesn't hurt as much. Being abused in both of my lives helped me in a way. I understand how cruel the world is and how selfish people are, stepping on others to gain what they desire. You could say I have trust issues, but I believe that it's common sense. Everyone has their desires, some darker than others. You wouldn't understand what I'm talking about until you've experienced what I have. Always being the one at the bottom. Always the one being stepped on by others. Never getting the chance to fulfill my desires. And it's corrupted me. I don't trust. I don't care. I don't love. I don't feel. I don't speak.