When I look in the mirror, I don’t see myself. I see something else... Someone else. It’s not me. It’s never been me. I don’t have glowing eyes, or blood red skin. When I look in the mirror, that’s what I see. I don’t see my brown hair, I see no hair, but instead horns. When I look in the mirror, I don’t see my surroundings. I see the reflection standing in a pool of fire. Is this me? Am I what is staring back at me in the mirror? What and who is this monster with a sinister grin and malicious eyes? A monster. A monster stares back at me. “Malania!” I hear call for me, and I turn around to to look back at my small cottage. My mother calls for me. I turn back to the mirror on the rock and gasp. The monster is gone. For the first time in my life, there is no monster staring back at me in the mirror. When I look in the mirror, I see nothing. There is no reflection of any being. Something hot envelops me, and I look down at my feet. I’m standing in a pool of fire. My body is blood red. My fingernails are replaced with black claws. I look back into the mirror, and when I see a new reflection meet my eyes, my face contorts in horror. There is something now, something I have longed to see in the mirror. When I look in the mirror, I see a young girl. A young girl that is supposed to be me. But I am now not this girl. I am the monster I saw in the mirror. I am a monster.