I pull at his hand, trying to restrain it from hitting the glass. He can't break it! "Please, don't!" I cry out, only to be thrown across the room, my body colliding with the wall.
My only way home, my only chance to see the world I love and know.
And just like that, his fist collides with the mirror, the glass shattering to the ground as I scream.
Tears begin to fall as I scream at him, watching as he approaches me like a predator, his hands bloody, his eyes turning black.
I'm trapped here, forever.
And he couldn't be more happy.
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