My reflection isn’t quite right either. Slightly different when I stare at it, like it can’t maintain composure over time. I think it’s changing when I look away, just brief catches at times, nothing I can really pin down.
It always looked uneasy looking back at me, even if it did not dawn any abnormal expression. Still, those times I’d catch my own reflection, or the quick moments washing my hands every day, all carried some form of tiny dread. Then one day it came to a head. We were at a party, my friends and I. It was the usual, loud music and social games. After a few hours we had all decided that this was a night to remember before we forget. We headed into the bathroom to take a group photo.
When we had all loaded in to face the mirror every single one of our reflections had a horrified face, like they had just seen the most terrifying thing of their entire life. I glanced at my friends, their smiles were uncanny and stretched much too long. Their teeth were like spear heads in their mouths. My own mouth had an insatiable urge, I grinned too, and revealed my own set of weapons. I always knew I was on the wrong side of the mirror.
