TRIGGER WARNING❗️

‘I’m so sorry’.

I muttered as I stared at her. Although she looked exactly like me, and her story that I had written was my own; it felt like observing a stranger.

‘Why did you make me like this’. She cried. ‘Why do I have to feel so much pain’.

I couldn’t bare to face her anymore, turning slightly; I felt myself slump.

‘I just needed to express myself, without judgement, I never thought this day would come, where I would be faced with you’.

Her soft sobbing piercing my ears, as well as my heart. I felt like a monster.

‘Is this how you felt? Is this how you feel? All the time? How do you cope?’ Falling to my knees at her gut wrenching words, I began to cry.

‘I feel like this all the time, my only mechanism is my writing, I am so sorry, that you are the outcome and that you feel what I feel…what I felt’

An unknown wind began to swirl around the room, seemingly coming from the windows. I felt the air shift.

‘You need to heal Isabella, you need to seek help’. Her words trailing off as if running out of air.

Mustering the strength to gaze at her once more, my eyes stinging, my blood ran cold.

Before me, in this shattered mirror, in this fractured reflection of myself; I couldn’t take my eyes off the blood that began to pour from underneath her sleeves.

‘You can’t continue like this, please if our encounter teaches you anything, it is not to pity me, but seek refuge for your own sake. You must heal’.

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