C.R.A.N.E (Strange Editing WiP)

Chapter Twenty One: Mirror

I proceeded to one of the bathroom stalls after a quick half hour rest to refresh myself. I went in and placed my bag down, taking out one plastic water bottle, which was already half empty. I fiddled with the bag to see how many bottles were left. It was the last bottle with water in it.

I looked over to one of the cracked, rusted mirrors and stared into my reflection. The reflection stared back at me, with it's dimmed blue eye and colourless skin tone, with cuts and bruises.

I focused especially on the bandage, which was already fully stained with blood. Trevor said that to change the bandage a couple of times if the blood seeped through.

I again grabbed my bag and got a hold of a roll of bandages. I unwrapped the old one and examined the eye.

It was so fucked. It was bloodshot red, even the pupil started to become that colour and the eye socket was purple, indicating it's been bruised. Who would've thought one swipe of that knife could do significant damage.

And the scar, it reached from the end of the eyebrow, past the eye and even through the side lip which I didn't even recognise and ended at the chin. It was a massive cut. It probably even needed stitches, but we didn't have the right materials.

I covered the better eye with one hand to see how my vision was in the damaged one; to see if Trevor's prediction was right or not. When it was covered It just seemed worse, it was complete darkness. Only time will tell if my vision would return soon enough.

I began to clean my face. It sure stung as hell. The pain was unbearable, it was like the knife was repeatedly slicing over and over again.

But like Trevor said, it's better to not have an infected eye.

Right after I finished, there was a sudden hair-raising echoed chuckle.

And my heart skipped a beat.

The laugh sounded like it came from the cubicles at the far end of the stall, sure hoping no one was in there.

Who the hell was it? Was there someone in here this whole time?

I quietly picked up a pistol from the bag and slowly walked over there, mentally and physically ready for what could occur.

Most of the cubicle doors were already opened, so I proceeded to each one, holding the gun up so I was ready.

All of them were clear, but I wasn't relieved yet. The last one had its door closed.

I was shaking and sweating, but fought the fear and kicked the door which flew open.

There was nothing.

I put the gun down and sighed in relief.

Maybe Aatu was right, maybe I am slowly going crazy, I thought. Then quietly chuckled to myself.

I went back to the mirror and picked up the bandages. I put my head down and slowly wrapped the bandage around my head.

When I lifted my head up, blood was leaking on the mirror.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, walking away from the basin. 

"What the actual fuck is going on?"

The blood slowly dripped down the mirror, onto the basin and floor.

The atmosphere around me was completely different. It became cold, and I stood there, frozen in fear.

The blood suddenly began to look like shapes...no, words. How is that even possible?

It read:

Brother, oh, brother.

Tell me who we fight against