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In The Mirror

“Stop, please.” My voice shakes as I whisper to him.

“What?” She asks. “I think you should really get some rest, do you want me to walk you home?”

“N-no. I’m alright. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” I stammer.

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She kisses my cold cheek and hugs me before I walk off.

As I walk off I feel my heart pounding in my chest. I can’t see him anymore, but I know he’s there.

I make it inside my house. I am home alone. I lock the door to my bedroom as I rush in. I strip down to my shorts to got to bed but I can’t sleep. I walk up to the mirror that hangs on my wall.

I can see the spaces under and around my eyes have darkened over these past very nights of seeing him.

I get another chill down my spine. I can see him looking at me. He is in the mirror, as if I were looking into a window and he is on the other side. His luminescent eyes pierce me as he grins like a maniac at me.

NO!” I yell, and smash the mirror with my fist.

I won’t go away, Liam. You’re stuck with me.

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