In the four corners of the mirror, there were pictures of my sister being rape by the evilly handsome man. In one of them, his mouth was at her neck and blood was covering his smileing face.But none of the pictures could equal the horror of what was in the mirror.
In the mirror was my reflection, but I was really screwed up. Cuts linned my whole body as if someone took the time to cut neary every inch of my body. All my black hair was shaved off of my head and cut as well. The corners of my mouth were slit to the bone and the bottum half of my cheeks hung down to reveal my teeth. All of my finger and toe nails had been pulled off, and my throat was slit and the skin around it pulled off.
But I felt no pain. Why? I shouldn't even be alive.
I walked up to the mirror and touched each of my wounds. It stung a little, but that was it. No scabbs had formed on the wounds, but no blood come out of them niether.
Suddenly, the sound of a car door slamming yanked my head away from the mirror.
He's back! My toughts screamed. I looked around the room for a place to hide. I already knew it would be useless to try and run. I was too slow.
The only place I could think of was the attic, and, luckly for me, the stairs were in my sisters closet.
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Created on 2-5-08
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