I've never been so terrified. I couldn't believe this had happened to me. My psychiatrist thinks he knows everything, but he doesn't. There is something terribly wrong with me. Why? Why does everything bad happen to me!?
. . .
It started off as a normal day. No distractions. No embarrassment. Then, it happened. Why would she bring it up? Caroline Justice, the most obnoxious, conceited suck-up in the office, felt like it was her job to bring up a tragedy from highschool. I trusted her with my secret and it was the biggest mistake of my life.
Back in my sophomore year of high school, my grades weren't the best. I was in an honors school with geniuses. I only got in because my mom slept with the principal. At first, I thought it wasn't fair that I couldn't get in myself, but her tactic helped me get the job I have now. Ever since the 10th grade, I've slept my way to success. I had...an addiction. That wasn't my only problem though. I felt like there was something or someone inside of me.
Caroline was out to get me and I knew it. However, every time she did something that made me angry, I would clench my fist. Some may think that's normal, but it wasn't. I would squeeze my fist so tight and not notice. When I unclenched my fist, I had indentions from my nails and my hands would be covered in blood. How could I not feel that and why did I do it? When I was younger, my doctor gave me medicine that she thought would stop it. I thought it hadstopped, but it didn't.
I walked into the office feeling okay, for once. For some reason though, when I was walking to my desk, everyone was staring and giggling. I looked over and Caroline was clapping and laughing her pearls off. "Everyone, the prostitute has arrived!" She was mocking me and I knew it, but what was she talking about? Then I realized it had finally happened. She had shared my secret. I clenched my fist, but I felt it this time. A rage stronger than anything built up inside of me. I let the monster take over. I jumped over my desk with a pen in my hand. I stabbed her. Not once. Not twice. I had stabbed her too much. She was gone.
I went home that night feeling calm. Not even acknowledging what had happened, I got comfortable and settled down in bed. Suddenly, I heard two taps on my window. *Tap Tap* I got up to see what it was, but nothing was there. Before getting back in bed, I decided to look in the mirror hoping to see something beautiful looking back at me. As I got back into bed, I heard the taps again. This time they were louder and more consistent.
I grabbed the bat by my bed and walked towards the window. Once I got close, I heard a voice whisper. "Turn around." "Turn around and look in the mirror." I felt like this was some sort of karma for killing Caroline. "Turn around. Look in the mirror." The voice spoke again. I slowly turned towards the mirror. It was just my reflection standing there. As I got closer to the mirror though, my reflection changed.
My hands were bloody, but not in real life, in my reflection. My eyes were dark, almost likeblack holes. There was a permanent smile. My mouth had two pens that held the smile in place. I was just tired. This wasn't real. The voice whispered again. This time it was so close it felt like it was a part of me. "Do you like how we look?" We? That wasn't me. It couldn't be. "Look down at your hands." I Iooked down at them. They were bloody again, but how? No, this wasn't happening. I looked up again and my reflection was gone. I felt something grab me. I slowly turned around scared for my life. It was right in front of me. My reflection had escaped the mirror. Wait a minute. I soon realized that I wasn't even in my own house. I looked around and there were nothing but reflections of me just staring into my soul with their heads tilted. Though, they were disguised as different emotions. No. They weren't emotions. They were different personalities. Then they spoke in unison words that I thought would be the last ones I would ever hear. "Welcome. We've been waiting for you."
. . .
It started off as a normal day. No distractions. No embarrassment. Then, it happened. Why would she bring it up? Caroline Justice, the most obnoxious, conceited suck-up in the office, felt like it was her job to bring up a tragedy from highschool. I trusted her with my secret and it was the biggest mistake of my life.
Back in my sophomore year of high school, my grades weren't the best. I was in an honors school with geniuses. I only got in because my mom slept with the principal. At first, I thought it wasn't fair that I couldn't get in myself, but her tactic helped me get the job I have now. Ever since the 10th grade, I've slept my way to success. I had...an addiction. That wasn't my only problem though. I felt like there was something or someone inside of me.
Caroline was out to get me and I knew it. However, every time she did something that made me angry, I would clench my fist. Some may think that's normal, but it wasn't. I would squeeze my fist so tight and not notice. When I unclenched my fist, I had indentions from my nails and my hands would be covered in blood. How could I not feel that and why did I do it? When I was younger, my doctor gave me medicine that she thought would stop it. I thought it hadstopped, but it didn't.
I walked into the office feeling okay, for once. For some reason though, when I was walking to my desk, everyone was staring and giggling. I looked over and Caroline was clapping and laughing her pearls off. "Everyone, the prostitute has arrived!" She was mocking me and I knew it, but what was she talking about? Then I realized it had finally happened. She had shared my secret. I clenched my fist, but I felt it this time. A rage stronger than anything built up inside of me. I let the monster take over. I jumped over my desk with a pen in my hand. I stabbed her. Not once. Not twice. I had stabbed her too much. She was gone.
I went home that night feeling calm. Not even acknowledging what had happened, I got comfortable and settled down in bed. Suddenly, I heard two taps on my window. *Tap Tap* I got up to see what it was, but nothing was there. Before getting back in bed, I decided to look in the mirror hoping to see something beautiful looking back at me. As I got back into bed, I heard the taps again. This time they were louder and more consistent.
I grabbed the bat by my bed and walked towards the window. Once I got close, I heard a voice whisper. "Turn around." "Turn around and look in the mirror." I felt like this was some sort of karma for killing Caroline. "Turn around. Look in the mirror." The voice spoke again. I slowly turned towards the mirror. It was just my reflection standing there. As I got closer to the mirror though, my reflection changed.
My hands were bloody, but not in real life, in my reflection. My eyes were dark, almost likeblack holes. There was a permanent smile. My mouth had two pens that held the smile in place. I was just tired. This wasn't real. The voice whispered again. This time it was so close it felt like it was a part of me. "Do you like how we look?" We? That wasn't me. It couldn't be. "Look down at your hands." I Iooked down at them. They were bloody again, but how? No, this wasn't happening. I looked up again and my reflection was gone. I felt something grab me. I slowly turned around scared for my life. It was right in front of me. My reflection had escaped the mirror. Wait a minute. I soon realized that I wasn't even in my own house. I looked around and there were nothing but reflections of me just staring into my soul with their heads tilted. Though, they were disguised as different emotions. No. They weren't emotions. They were different personalities. Then they spoke in unison words that I thought would be the last ones I would ever hear. "Welcome. We've been waiting for you."
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