'Mum, wait!' I yelled as I rushed to reach her. But it was too late. I could hear the ignition and just imagined her driving off.
'How is all this happening? How?' I made my way to the bathroom. I needed to prepare for the day ahead and only had a limited amount of time.
Confusing myself was turning into a habit that I could do without. I was in one place, but then at the same time, I was in another. I was doing one thing, yet I had completed a whole row of tasks and had no recollection of ever doing them. I seriously needed to see the doctors.
'No, no you don't!' I shouted. I took in the angry face, the red eyes and the hatred it was throwing back at me.
'What did I just say? You?' Shaking my head, I looked back at the face in front of me. Now all I could only see was fear. Lightly brushing the mirror with my fingers, my lips tip upwards. Leaning down, I splashed cold water onto my face.
'It's me,' flicking my eyes back at the mirror, I whispered. This was definitely going to be a great game.
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The Boy in the PaintingMystery / Thriller
'Death is our best friend from childhood. It is just lost in this cruel world. When it finds its friend, what happens, only it decides. Has Death found its best friend? We will find out tonight,' Father Jones calmly stated. I like drawing, so yes, t...