Mirror Me.
I'm shattered and I'm broken, But you don't seem to care, All you do is watch me, Through that mirror with your stare.
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I'm shattered and I'm broken, But you don't seem to care, All you do is watch me, Through that mirror with your stare.
13 years of age and I've never seen a horror movie. Pretty ironic that I was now facing a situation too horrific to be classified as scary- more like utterly terrifying.
I was walking slowly. The moon was shinning in the dark of the night and a thousand stars were covering the sky.
#nightdwellers (this is for you Brits. It's mid afternoon over here) Woke one night, with a pain, Hair was soaked, pillow stain. There was nothing I could hear, A human shadow did appear.
We was almost perfectly aligned. A parallel universe had a body similar to mine. We used to think the same way but we separated our minds.
Delilah P.O.V. Rough hands dragged me from the safety of Lewis' body, I tried to prise them off of me but to no avail. I screamed Lewis's name.
What would happen, one day If I met myself, coming the other way.... Would the me that is here and the me that is there Both just vanish, in thin air...
When I look into the mirror I'm surprised to see, a reflection of somebody who thinks he is me. I stare into his eyes. He doesn't look away. He gazes back at me, not knowing what to say.
Who is that person behind the wall. Shes not to short nor to tall Shes not very pretty If you ask me Her hair is so plain Her eyes grey like rain She looks so familiar Who could it be.
We're not twins, Aria and me. No, the relationship we have is much darker. Yes, we looked alike and acted alike. That's because we were closer than anybody would ever be able to imagine.
Night times drawing closer. The fear is now returning. Like an unwanted chauffeur. Driving all your yearnings. He's round every turning. Your best to watch your back.
Chapter 7 - Bandages There was a blindingly obvious bandage attached to my face the next day. Atleast it covoured up the wound in the side of my head.
I stare into the mirror, wondering what the other me thinks. I look closer, closer. "Got you." The world around me implodes, as me and my mirror image touch.
My car screeched to a halt. Lying on the pavement next to the road was something indescribable. A woman of about 22, was sprawled out in a pool of blood. I began to panic. What was I ment to do?.
As I strolled down the street one evening In the distance I saw a large crowd Getting closer I saw a man on a box Waving and shouting out loud.