Reflections

Living alone once you move out isn't easy, but luckily I think I've got just the place. Kyle, an old friend of mine helped me find a decent house that was recently moved out of. I surly couldn't thank him enough. I packed up everything from my parents house, old belongings and all and got on with a new life. Travelling down the road in my newly shined, washed blue car dozing off from a long and tiring drive not long before I arrive. I feel ready to just jump into the bed and sort everything in the morning and proceeded to do so.

Eyes glued shut, I feel shattered. I break off the thick sleep crusted around my eyes and stare at the radiant dawn through my window.
I slug myself up agaist the beds backboard I groan to myself "time to unpack.. I guess." And roll myself off the bed. I open the boxs And put my possessions around my house. I got this house fully furnished for a excellent price, But my own touch spices it up just a little bit.

Finally, finished at last. I casually paced up the glossed wood stairs back to my room to go and do my hair which is messy and curled from the long sleep. I walk over to the rounded,  chiseled wooden frame around the shining mirror. I was stunned seeing it for the first time as the glass gave a incandescent glow of sunlight, smoothed off with a carved desk stand. Not wanting to waste time I Proceed to do my hair, straightening it.

Still amazed at how I got this house for the price with such unique decor I feel like a child in a sweet factory.
I lay on my bed reading a book. My eye catches a movement as I put down my book, However it's myself in the mirror. I feel hungry so I decide to grab some food from the kitchen. As I walk past  my desk, I feel a cold stare. A dreaded look, the feel of being watched so suddenly. I ignore it thinking im just crazy, being in a new environment and walk downstairs, grabbing some grub. Shortly after I return to my room feeling satisfied. I pause. I feel it again. A thousand arrows stabbing into my back. A rock hard gaze on me. I relax myself, not knowing what's got into me. I look behind me but to my relief nothing. Except myself, reflected.

Night falls again. I toss withing my bed of horrible nightmares before bursting awake with high adrenaline. I look at the mirror checking myself out, my eyes look dead from the tiredness yet they suddenly change strangely to look more. Alive. I shake off the thoughts in my head and try to sleep. To my own dismay, I can't. I try to reassure myself I aint insane and I'm just home sick. I look up from my hands. My reflection. It's.. smiling.  But... I aint smiling. I blink fast. Normal. Mabye.. I am just mad, a real lunatic. I get up and walk over to the mirror to compose myself talk up to myself. Boost my confidence i do so. But my words don't copy correctly. The lips I witness. Start altering, The mouth start giggerling, the eyes I watch go dead, coal black followed by an awful, horrific sound *crack* the head is tilted sideways the neck crooked and contorted. I shreik falling back in terror, As it giggles more.. and more.. I close my eyes and take deep breaths once opened.. I see myself on the floor gazing up. I look myself in the eyes, Seeing a transparent emotion. Seeming normal again I go straight to packing and leave.. "never again" I mutter driving back home, "Never..  again.."