Purple Sea
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My breathing quivered as I took a deep breath trying to calm myself. That attempt didn't help, it just made me more panicked. Dr. Winchester rose from his chair. "The things you say. The way your body twitches. The way your eyes dilate. The way you faze out of reality. The way you tense up. The way you decompress. This all correlates to what you are thinking. And I know the things that are traveling through that mind of yours is very, as I may say, terrifyingly intriguing". He slowly walks across his desk and stops right behind me. He placed his hand on my shoulder. My body tensed up at the sudden contact. He then leaned over the couch. I felt his warm breath on my ear make me shiver... "Does it frighten you that your most disturbing thoughts wish to remain in your mind, taunting you from within"?
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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