I must get to the mirror. Crawling along the floor. Out of breath. Terrified. Lost in my own pitch black world. My eyesight doesn't return. I stumble and feel my surroundings. The voices get louder. Tell me I'm wrong they say. Just tell me I'm wrong. I touch the cold sink, something crawls over my fingers, in the dark it hisses. The world around me is crumbling. Feeling dizzy now. My mouth is as dry as sand. I touch the mirror. The darkness doesn't go away. It sinks in. The darkness won't go away. I feel the moist skin around my eyes. Tears? Water? No. Something thicker. Something grimmer. Something more brutal. The voice screams out as my blood covered hands fall away from my face. Tell me I'm wrong.
I have no idea why I worte that. But I could write a book out of it. Which could work. So yeah I'm gonna do that. I could write three.
See no evil
Hear no evil
Speak no evil
Cliché..Brilliant. xD Lol. A little bit of cliché is always good.
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