My hands grip the porcelain sink to steady myself. The water streams from the faucet rapidly, my hands unable to move from the sides to turn the water off. The room is spinning while the water drowns out the blistering tinnitus threatening to overcome my head. I keep my head down, every inch of my body refusing to listen to me or hold itself up. Water droplets continue to stream down my face from attempting to sober myself up, but the cold water is no match against the pounding of my heart inside my head.

The smell alone in this small pub bathroom is enough to nearly have me above a toilet. I struggle to keep my food down, the alcohol coursing through my system feels like somersaults.

"Why did I let them convince me to drink so much." I ask softly to myself, fearing that speaking any louder would cause my head to burst. I stumble slightly against the sink, my legs turning to jello beneath me but I keep myself upright.

A knock startles me, my body reacts by jumping but my mind is delayed and only looks up at the mirror in front of me. Staring back at me is a reflection of myself, except something is .. weird.. no no, I'm just drunk. Yeah.. yeah, that's it. I'm just drunk, there's no way what I'm seeing is real. I slowly go to pinch myself when the image before me changes to an older blonde woman holding her hand out to me, urgency in her mannerisms but I can just only frown.

"You need to take my hand." She says, her hand pressed against the opposite side of the mirror. "You only have 8 more seconds before they realize you're becoming aware."

There's a pounding at the door behind me, but it doesn't phase me. I look at her confused.

"Aware..?" I hear myself slur out softly.

"Rosalind!" She yells, fear in her voice. "Please!"

"I don't under-"

I see, for a moment, behind me through some visible reflection, the door trying to burst from the hinges. It's too late. The woman disappears and the door behind me bursts open.

Everything goes black.

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My hands grip the porcelain sink to steady myself. The water streams from the faucet rapidly, my hands unable to move from the sides to turn the water off. The room is spinning while the water drowns out the blistering tinnitus threatening to overcome my head. I keep my head down, every inch of my body refusing to listen to me or hold itself up. Water droplets continue to stream down my face from attempting to sober myself up, but the cold water is no match against the pounding of my heart inside my head.

The smell alone in this small pub bathroom is enough to nearly have me above a toilet. I struggle to keep my food down, the alcohol coursing through my system feels like somersaults.

Wait..

Something feels off. Something doesn't feel right. I know that I shouldn't have let them convince me to drink so much but I no longer feel right saying that. I slightly stumble against the sink, my mind racing and sending waves of pain through my head. Trying to keep my food in my stomach, I lean against the sink to stay steady and pinch myself. Nothing happens. I'm drunk, this is all bull-

A knock pulls me from my thoughts and I immediately look up into the mirror. A reflection of myself before it began to change to an older blonde woman holding her hand out for me, urgency in her mannerisms.

"Rosalind!" She exclaims, her hand on the opposite side of the mirror. "You need to take my hand!"

"What is going on?!" I exclaim back.

"No time! Please!" I'm hyper aware of something slamming on the door behind me. "You have 3 seconds!"

Before I could even process or think, I find my hand flat on the mirror where hers is. I feel the warmth of her skin.

As soon as the door breaks down behind me, everything goes black.