“I know you're watching me.”

I tell the mirror.

No response.

“I know who you are!”

I scream, throwing my cup at the mirror.

It doesn't shatter.

“Oh, it’s gonna take more than that huh? Well then take this you stupid mirror!”

I grab the mirror and throw it on the floor.

“Take me back to my world now!”

Still no response.

I let out a blood-curdling scream and stomp on the frame.

That's when Harry runs in.

“Alexa you must stop this!”

He yells, putting his arm around my waist and carrying me to the sofa, away from the mirror.

“I’ll get you for this! I'll make you pay! I'll get revenge!”

I scream again.

Harry runs out of the room to fetch the doctor.

I let out a maniacal laugh.

My hair is in my face.

I look like I'm criminally insane.

But it’s not my fault.

It’s that mirror.

It’s been watching me from the other side since I arrived here.

Laughing at me.

Mocking me.

Because I'm in its world.

And it's in mine.