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The Reflection

I was walking down an alley. No one was there, as usual. But suddenly, something crept up to me, someone slow, cunning, vicious. I ignored it at first but it went nearer, nearer until I could almost feel its breath creep down my spine. I started walking faster, thinking that I might lose it or get rid of it. But I can't. It was still behind me, watching my every move. I couldn't get rid of it. It's cunning moves, they invite me in. as if something bad was about to happen. But I surrendered. I just found myself, just there, doing what I don't really do. I smoke, I drink, I do drugs. Nothing happened to my life. Since I surrendered myself to it. It ate all the light within me. And before I know it, I couldn't think right anymore.

It was a very cold night. I was sitting on the cold pavement, with two men lying silently beside me I looked at them menacingly, as if I've done something I should be proud of. I looked at them, their heads twisted agonizingly to me. I looked at the mirror in front of me. THen I realized, it ate me whole. My body, my mind, my soul. The two men suddenly woke up. Stood up and approached me. Their hands, colored crimson in what seemed like a liquid. That liquid, I was staring at it on their hands, but it transferred to my chest. I was heaving for breath as I realized that the liquid is flowing freely OUT of me. Like it will never end. My white shirt isn't white anymore. It became RED. As if magic. I smiled. Looked at my dyed shirt. I like this color. THen, I looked at my chest, I was shocked to see that the one holding the knife was not either of the men that stood up. THe one holding the knife stuck inside my chest is me. I'm holding it and my hands are also filled with that red liquid. A mixture of blood of three men. I looked at the mirror again, but this time, it is not ME on the reflection.

The reflection showed IT. Has horns, a tail, and it is laughing like it is too happy. I became scared. Then I just realized that I can't move any longer. It ruined my whole life. My whole being. I am now here it's cold, creepy, sad. And all I could see is darkness. Pure and utter darkness.

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