Book of stories. by Lauren Colman (good books to read for adults txt) 📖

and wrinkled. Then a rush of memories came to me, I had been here for a years and had been dreaming...
Mirrors

I had always hated mirrors.When I was only around 12, I saw awful images in them, his face was twisted and horribly scarred. It wasn't just that either, I saw refections of myself not copying my actions and sometimes it would force me to do things I would never do. One day I couldn't cope so I smashed the mirror but it did nothing and I saw my refection wickedly grin and pick up a large shard. Unable to control myself I did the same and I ......I don't like to talk about it but after that my parents got me proffesional "help" but that didn't help at all.

The mirrors would torture me more, not harming others but moments where in the mirror I looked like I was on fire and it felt like it too. It was agony. I painted over the mirrors, but then the sinks ran and flooded the floor but thinking it was safe I just walked to my mums room because I heard her calling. I walked in and saw the large mirror had been scraped and there was little paint left. The knife was on the floor and emerging from under the bed was a pool of blood. I saw the reflection of my mum in the mirror but she was no where to be seen. I ran out of the room, slipping then falling down the stairs.

And then things stopped, I had no idea why either but I was careful and was still frightened of the mirrors. I had realised now, it could get me anywhere because it wasn't just mirrors it was water too. My parents were now tired so they put me in a mental hospital. I hate it there, there are loads of people like me but they say it's not just mirrors or water. I don't know what else there could be. I slept in a basic white room, with a metal bed and a metal lamp but nothing else. I didn't have a toliet in there, I slept in my bed but then felt something grab my hair. I ignored it and carried on sleeping but in the morning my hair was tied all round the metal bed frame. It took hours to get my hair untangled, I was allowed out for an hour just like the other patients so I saw a girl around my age so talked to her.

Her name was lilith but then she told me that we weren't safe her because it can come for you in anything that reflects by the time I knew it, it was bedtime. My cell was different because I was thought as " half sane", there were people scared of mirrors here, people scared of water and mirrors and then people scared of anything that reflected. I settled into bed and my lamp was turned off, I pulled the covers up but saw from the lamp. Red eyes, a twisted mouth filled with sharp fangs and just blackness around it. I was frightened so much, why did I have to be sent here, the patients die everyday here.
This " illness was common" but we know the truth.
If you look at your mirror at night, you reflection won't be the same or you will see him.
He will come sooner or later for you

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Publication Date: 01-06-2012

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