THE GIRL WHO ISN’T ME
By Melissa L. Webb
The girl I see staring back at me is not me. It should be, but it’s not. I don’t know why she’s there, lurking beyond that glass, filling me with dread with those eyes.
I thought it was my imagination. That I was only assuming I see someone else, but I do. She is really there. Who is she? Why does she stand and stare every time I’m near?
At first, she was only in the bathroom mirror, a faint grin covering her lips as she watched me. But soon she started turning up in the other mirrors around my home. I couldn’t stand it, walking into a room and coming face to face with the girl who is not me.
I couldn’t cope. Something had to be done. I got rid of all the mirrors; threw them out like the garbage they had become. I thought I was safe then. I was terribly mistaken.
I started seeing her in every reflective surface in my house. I can’t possibly get rid of everything, and she knows it. All I can do is sit in the dark and pray no light shines through the windows to anything around me. I know if I see her one more time, she’ll step into our world, following through with the dark plan she has. I have to find a way to stop this. To free myself and the world from the darkness lurking near.
Maybe I should gouge out my eyes.
© 2011 Melissa L. Webb
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