I stared at myself all day,





Still not convinced it’s me…




My almond eyes turned into a shade







Of blood red




My smooth wavy brown locks









Formed into an oily strait midnight hair




My eyes were gleaming with blood thirst and hate





Her mouth seemed to snarl at my appearance




I must have been taken aback,



Because the image of me smirked cruelly and mockingly






It stuck out its icy fingers




Grazing me lightly at my shoulders




I shrank back against its cold touch




Recoiling like a pained rattlesnake




It somehow found my pain amusing





It continuously touched me








And











I continuously ran away





I wish I was strong enough,





I wish I was brave enough,




To put an end to this foolishness,







But,






I didn’t…