The Mirror (Completed)
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  • LECTURAS 1,362,925
  • Votos 67,380
  • Partes 20
  • Hora 4h 52m
Concluida, Has publicado may 01, 2016
"NO!"

I pull at his hand, trying to restrain it from hitting the glass. He can't break it! "Please, don't!" I cry out, only to be thrown across the room, my body colliding with the wall. 

My only way home, my only chance to see the world I love and know. 

And just like that, his fist collides with the mirror, the glass shattering to the ground as I scream. 

Tears begin to fall as I scream at him, watching as he approaches me like a predator, his hands bloody, his eyes turning black. 

I'm trapped here, forever. 

And he couldn't be more happy.
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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)