The frame around the mirror glass is golden but I don’t dare to touch it. The mirror itself shows my true identity the devil: evil, horrid and burns everything, and again I don’t dare to touch it. Touching the mirror will make my true identity real, and I would have to be the person that haunts nightmares and lurks in every corner of the world. That isn’t me. I am just a girl, who is trying to fight her right to live.

I am forced to look at myself, _trying to face the demons. _But what if the demon is me?

I look around to see nothing, just a forest. Abandoned. Derelict. Alone.

The only sound is my scream, terrifying even to myself because when I look in the mirror all I see is a demon staring back at me.

There are no birds, no other life apart from me. Abandoned. Derelict. Alone.

I screamed to be saved by God, _help me. _But he doesn’t as I am made to be the devil, and I have to face the fear of this being true.

Enforcing myself to be brave, to touch the mirror in order to face my fear. My fingers shake, scared to touch the mirror afraid of what it will do. Touching the mirror, the glass is cold and nothing happens. Everything stops, before I see the demon walking out of the mirror and I am moving into the mirror being tapped forever.

Now I look outside of the mirror, seeing the same reflection. Myself staring back at me, this time I am the demon.