When I look in the mirror, it is not me. Instead, it is some devilous creature staring back at me. I have a feeling they’re just begging to be released from the mirror frame; to reek whatever hell they’ve expirenced on others.
It claws at me, trying to sctratch its way out, but it cannot. At least, I hope it never does.
Due to this factor, I have found displeasure in mirrors. I tend to avoid my...