A black bird sings in the dead of night. It's song melodic and beautiful but almost murderous as it is so dark. So don't listen to a black birds song in the dead of night, cover your ears and hide. Hope that the black bird doesn't see you. Hide from the black bird. Just hide, nothing else, hide.
"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my...