I stare at myself in the mirror. The cold water I splashed my hot face sent a cool shiver down my spine. My breathing was gradually slowing diwn as I started to think straight, and memories of what just happened flashed in front of my eyes. Fists. Blood. Screaming. An empty bittle of Brandy. Glass everywhere. Then silence.

I’m violently shaking as I come back to reality and I realised what I have to do. I HAVE to get out of here. But how. There’s ni way I could just walk out. And my room’s windows are too small.

I stare into my own eyes, sinking deeper and deeper into them like they’re a bor brown pond. The mirror started making ripples from the middle out. I try to gasp but nothing watns to come out. Instead I reach out, touching it. My fingers just glide through.

Startled I pull my hand away. This could be my way out. Without hesitation I get on the sink and climb through. I am then incolsed in darkness, and floating around in the nothingness. A hand reaches out to me, it’s gleaming with light. I take it and am pulled out of the darkness…