I lie on the floor, looking at the mirror.
My reflection smiles at me. I don't.
Fear and Anger fill my mind.
My reflection raises her hand. She takes the Knife from the counter. I roll away from my reflection.
Walking along the road. The bright noon sun, shining down on me. I see my shadow, following me. She's on the wall. I see a Shadow-Gun, in my shadows' hand. My shadow lifts the Gun to my head. I rush into a nearby store. Safe, for now.
Back at my house, sleeping. Dreaming. She comes. My Shadow, my Reflection. She has the Knife. She has the Gun. I cover my head. I feel the Knife, I hear the Gun. I wake up, dying slowly...
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This is not a cheap ploy. This is not a cheap ploy. Just keep telling yourself that.
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