I am 19 years old. There are no mirrors in my house. None of my friends want to come over because they want to do normal sleepover activities, like makeovers hair styling. But we can’t do that at my house, so I always go to their houses. Even then, I refuse to look in the mirror, because of something that happened a few months ago.

About 4 months ago, I was just a normal girl. It was the day after my 19th birthday, so I was in front of the bathroom mirror trying on some of the new makeup my friends had gotten me for my birthday. I was opening a new lip gloss, so that had all of my attention. When I looked up, I wasn’t looking at myself in the mirror. I mean, it must have been, but it wasn’t really me. The girl in the mirror was thinner, pretty much skin and bones. Her hair was greasy and lanky, and her eyes were sunken in. She was vomiting up a green sort of liquid. I screamed.

I must have passed out somehow, because I woke up with a pounding headache. I quickly realized that I wasn’t lying on my bathroom floor. I was lying on damp, cold concrete. My clothes were wet from the floor. I quickly got up. Black speckles danced in front of my eyes, but I shook them off. My clothes were dirty and tattered, and my shoes were gone. I could see what looked like a window in front of me, so I went to look through it. When I looked through, I saw the girl. But she was me, the real me. I then realized I was looking into my bathroom. She grinned at me, her teeth like needles. Then, I saw the green liquid on my clothes. She was me, and I was her. I quickly lifted my shirt, and I could easily count my ribs. Time seemed to slow down. I tried to reach through the mirror, but the glass blocked me.

The girl cackled as she watched me struggle and panic. I started screaming at her to let me out. She just watched me in amusement. Then, she started putting on my makeup. She began to look more and more like me, until we were identical. She opened the door. Right before she left the bathroom, she said:

“You’re mine now.” I went into autopilot. I took my fist and smashed it into the mirror. The glass slashed me all the way up to my elbow, the blood trickling down my arm. As soon as the mirror broke, everything went black.

I woke up on my bathroom floor. I stood up, looked in the mirror, and realized that everything was normal. The mirror was intact, and the unopened lip gloss was sitting on the counter, untouched. I peered into the mirror, and I saw myself. My normal self, with nothing out of the ordinary. I decided that I must have fainted somehow and just had a super weird dream. I turned to leave the bathroom, when I felt something wet trickle down my arm. It was blood, streaming out of several cuts that reached all the way up to my elbow.

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Posted by Carrie Hood

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