A battle with the mirror

​I look in the mirror, but who I am doesn't appear. There's is a person there, but she seems dead. Pale and scarred. She smiles at me, and reaches through the mirror and touches my face. I scream for help. But nothing comes out. She promised to make it stop. The pain and the tears. I have no other choice, I smile back. I take her hand and she pulls me in.

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