Too Perfect

I stared at my reflection and loved what stared back.
Perfect blonde hair, long and straight. Blue eyes, sparkly and fun, full Pink lips, high cheek bones and of course the perfect figure. I am perfect.

I sighed. I was happy, but then I closed my eyes chanting the words "this is too good to be true!"

Opening them again, expecting blue eyes to look back I was horrified.
My eye lids were cut off , matted hair, my face was covered with cuts, flooding with little streams of hot,thick blood.
My skull was cracked, and my lips were cut of leaving flat, bleeding ugliness.
Abbie, my twin walks in, looking like how I was 5 minutes back, carrying a knife covered with blood.
"Sorry," she said, wearing a grin.
And then she licked the blood of the knife.