I opened up Monday morning with this chill screaming through my bones. My
eyes lit up as I gasped a bit from how cold I noticed it was. I stood up out of
my bed and touched the floor and I thought I was stepping on the snow. The
sheer cold pierced my feet and I felt my body trembling from the icy shards of
carpet biting my feet. I walked to my closet and grabbed my blue and white
jumper. Size "small", a small number eighty-six to my left shoulder,
and 7 clasps down the center. I walked to the drawers of my dresser, grabbed a
pair of socks and put on my grey sweatpants, put on my grey and black striped
beanie, and slipped on my shoes. I crossed my arms to cradle my crying arms
with the sharp shaven hairs standing up broadly like a pledge. I could see the
breath exiting my mouth with flashbacks of me as a lad blowing out smoke and
pretending I was some sort of ritual Japanese dragon. I only found an aura of
light around my body and by the objects around me. Everything was black and
white everywhere that I looked. The walls were black and the floors as well,
but I could guide myself to walk through the little flares of lights. There was
no color whatsoever. I looked in the mirror that was mounted on my dresser that
I normally primp myself with my make-up and flat iron to see something that
made me heart stop and a heat wave run through my body. In front of my face was
this monster... staring back at me with a menacing glare. It grinned at me with
teeth like Albion swords and eyes like the dark abysses of the ocean. Its body
was color-filled like a normal human with a drained complexion and dark, shaded
crevices. Its long black hair, matted and tangled, hanging below the shoulders.
I stood at a stupefying image as I skim the arms of this evil thing in my
mirror. I looked at the top of the shoulders and my eyes followed a trail of
bladed cuts down the arm as they continued to get darker and darker progressing
down the arms. The darkest was on the wrists and they screamed at me. I looked
back to its eyes, still peering back, and back to the arms watching as the
scars suddenly split open and spilled blood. I looked at the thing and yelled
at it, "What are you doing?! Stop it!", but he just stopped and
stared back at me with the same grinned look. Its eyes... they began tearing
up... but not with tears of a normal human, but the blood of its own. The blood
poured down its body as I turned my head. I couldn't look at it any longer. I
opened my door and walked down my hallways. All the picture frames were empty
with white sheets taking the place of the family portraits that were once
present. I walked out into the kitchen, then out of my back door. I stepped out
of my door to see a black sky with no stars or moon... just a black painted
canvas. The ground was blackened just the same as the sky. It looked like the
porch was floating atop the air. I looked around me and there were no people...
no houses... no life. There were no trees around me like there normally were.
It’s like I woke up in space; like I’ve kissed a dark aura. I walked onto my
porch, looked up and screamed out, but I then noticed that I was making no
noise. I was completely dumb. I didn’t know what I was to do now because I felt
like I was alone again. That monster in the mirror… what was it? How could this
evil exist? But I guess that I was experiencing the life that was beyond this
planet, because positively, there is nothing like this on earth whatsoever. I
could tell I was not on earth, but where was I?
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