Bathroom Mirror

Not really used to writing in first person, so i hope it’s okay.

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Nightmare after nightmare, I don’t want to sleep anymore. I’m awake, but my body is stiff and unmoving. I want to lie there, but I can’t, and I have a headache. Each limb moves individually, a second at a time, lifting my body out of bed and into the dark bathroom.


Cold tile meets my feet, what was my dream? I remember screams, but now all the details are dissipating into fragments of memory. I reach for the tablets under the sink: Tylenol—my lord and savior— only to promptly hit my head on the cabinet door.


“Shit” My head throbs from the unscheduled appointment. It’s not a major cut, but that doesn’t stop it from hurting.


“Universe, I’m assuming this is karma, but. What. The. Heck. Do better.” I screwed the cap off and popped a tablet in. Success.


Another stab of pain and I fall, pain filling every cell of my body. I clench my eyes shut tightly, my ears are ringing.


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Everything is dark, I can feel something inside me. It’s suffocating and consuming, and then it’s gone.


I stayed there a while, shivering on the floor. It’s nice, the floor. How long was a while? I don’t know, but the sun had risen on the horizon.


The voice seemed to echo through the confines of my brain, hollow and devoid of any human quality.

It was downright monstrous. Another shudder racked my body at the recollection. Did I want to know what it was, or would it only add to my fear?


Light, I needed more light. Maybe it would scare the shadows away. I fumbled for the switch on the wall, and brilliant fluorescent light filled the room. Blinding in fact. I squeezed my eyes shut, splashed some water on my face, and slowly opened them again.


No. That’s not me in the mirror. It couldn’t be. Dark veins snaked through my face, and my eyes…god my eyes. Black slits glared back at me, like twin pools of venom.


I couldn’t do anything but stare.


And laugh.


Wait, that’s not right.


Why am I laughing? My mouth twist up into a smirk.


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