[ WP ] Mirrors are portals to an alternate reality . The only thing stopping you from entering is your alternate self .

I always hated my reflection. There was something about the way he looked back at me that I couldn ’ t explain. It was like something deep inside me was triggering; some synapse firing, screaming, calling out to me to warn me. It was as if I knew the world beyond the glass were a mediocre imitation of reality. 
 
 Cardboard scenery and shadows of people populated this world. They were all replicas that were flawed from their very base. I could see it in myself staring back at me. His face grimaced with the same scowl I wore; the same disgust. 
 
 He would stare out of his cage at me through the window and I would glare back. I wonder if his thoughts mirrored my own just as his actions did. Did he also contemplate my death just as I did his? It would be him or me and I was determined to win. 
 
 The rope was tight around my neck just as it was his. He couldn ’ t have known about the knife in my back pocket. The knife that would free me once and for all from his unending gaze. I watched his stool fall away from him. The fool fell for it. 
 
 My shaky hand brought the knife out as we swung from our necks. I managed a glance and dropped my knife in surprise. The bastard saw through my ruse! The rope bit into my neck, and as I struggled, it tightened. My fingers dug into my neck and the room began to fade. 
 
 He never dropped his knife however. I watched him slice the rope and fall to the floor gasping for air. His form rose from the ground, and he walked through the portal grinning as my world went black. 
 
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