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sure which one.
I went to grab my mouth and instead filled it with hair. My hand
held clumps of hair from my head, plastered to the blood in my
palm. I reeled away from the mirror, knocking my head on the
wall.
    It took me a second before I realized my reflection
hadn't moved with me. It stood exactly as I was a moment before.
Pressing its bloody face towards the mirror, hands raised upwards,
chunks of hair spilling out from in between the fingers.
    For a moment I forgot my deforming face and instead
focused on this hellish new discovery. I waved my hand slowly in
front of my face to see if my reflection would mimic me like it
should, but it did nothing. It just stood there, face frozen in
horror and disbelief at the hair gripped in its hands.
    This couldn't be real …
    Dumbfounded, I managed to uproot
my feet from the tile and inch towards the mirror. My reflection
stood frozen, allowing me full view of its
features — well, my
features — horribly disfigured, corrupted
beyond any semblance of recognition. Not one feature was in the
right place, I had become a mockery of a Cubism
painting.
    I moved closer and closer until I was finally face
to face with myself. My reflection, finally quitting its statuesque
charade, smiled a hideous toothless smile and winked.

Chapter
2
    The next thing I remembered was
thrashing awake in my bed, the sheets stuck to my body with cold
sweat. I immediately grabbed my face and felt it, checking for any
deformities or irregularities but all was normal. I darted out of
my bed and into the bathroom, flicked on the switch, splashed water
from the faucet on my face and slapped my cheeks. It hurt. I prayed that meant I was
awake. I opened my mouth and gingerly prodded each tooth, expecting
my finger to sink into empty sockets from where teeth once grew.
But no, my finger hit a tooth each time. I was about to lift my
head from the sink but I had to divert my eyes away from the
mirror. I was too afraid to look at myself lest my reflection not
shadow me. Blocking my peripherals with my hand, I flicked the
switch off and fell back into bed. And laid wide awake the entire
night.

Chapter
3
    An involuntary shiver coursed through my body as I
left the bathroom. I was reminded of the experience anytime I saw
my reflection. I didn't look in a mirror, at least not directly,
for weeks after that night.
    But now I couldn't remember why I
was in my room in the first place. I swear, lack of sleep is like
having amnesia. What time is it? I glanced at the clock, 9:26 A.M.
It ’ s early still... I wasn't wearing a
shirt... Only pants, so... Why was I in here? I remembered the room
spinning and catching myself on the wall. Then to the bathroom and
splashing water on my face... It was like watching myself from a
third person point of view. But every time I played the memory back
in my head, I always started at the door clutching my head. I went to leave my room and tripped
over my shoes. That ’ s right, I needed to put them on. I pulled out a pair of
socks from the middle drawer of the dresser and a navy blue shirt
from the second drawer from the top. I sat down on my bed and
slipped them on, pulled the shoes on and tied the laces. Double
knot. My stomach growled at me something fierce. I doubled over
from the pain.
    Keys! I needed keys dammit!
That ’ s why I ’ m in
here!
    I jumped back up and looked around for my car keys,
discovering them on my nightstand right in front of my face.
    I was hungry, that's why I was in here. To get my
keys and go eat something. I really need to stop forgetting to eat,
it was probably why I was losing weight. It's not that I avoid
eating, I just forget. It usually takes a crippling hunger pain to
remind me that I need some sort of sustenance. I don't know why I
forget, I mean it's a pretty basic element of survival. Maybe
that's the reason.
    It was a short drive from my house
off of Memoir Drive to the doughnut shop, only about two blocks
from my street. I spent a lot of my