[ WP ] One day looking in the mirror , your reflection does n't follow your movements but looks as confused as you are .

Today has been fucking weird. Last Thursday I thought was fucking weird, when I was cornered by an old man with baggy clothes and red hair that looked like a wildfire. He told me his neighbor was poisoning his dogs with applesauce. But, no, today was way weirder. 
 
 I don ’ t know when it started. At times I thought I ’ d hear people talking to me, people who weren ’ t there. But everyone has those moments, don ’ tcha think? I don ’ t know. But sometimes I ’ d notice my keys weren ’ t where I put them, and I *always* leave them on the hook. I found them in the freezer downstairs once. Yeah, yeah, okay. Probably thinking I ’ m just forgetful, but I swear, I promise, I ’ m not an idiot. 
 
 Anyways, the moment I really noticed something was wrong was when I was getting up for work yesterday. I got my usual routine: wake up, piss, scratch my ass, brush my teeth, drink my weight in coffee. I walked up to the mirror and grabbed my stupid Superman toothbrush and turned on the taps. And then I looked up. What did I see? What the fuck did I see? Well oh-ho-ho, boy. Let me tell you. 
 
 The god damn top of my head, running my toothbrush under the water is what I fucking saw. I just stared, I guess. I don ’ t know what you ’ re supposed to do in that kind of situation. I don ’ t even know if it sunk in right away. Just kept staring like it was a three-legged hooker. 
 
 After a while it finally looked up. It must ’ ve noticed I was also doing a shit job of reflecting because I think it screamed. I ’ m not really sure, I didn ’ t hear anything. Its eyes were crazed, wide, kind of like it was going mad. I sorta tapped against the mirror, figuring maybe it was some kind of gate or portal. Nope. Was just kind of stuck there looking at my stupid, screaming face. 
 
 I don ’ t figure I ’ m very strong, emotionally. I haven ’ t dealt with much and I usually end up freezing in most situations. Awkward, you might say. But the mirror thing was just freaking out. It started yanking on its hair, clawing at its skin. It didn ’ t stop until it bashed its head against the mirror. Repeatedly. It ’ s covered in blood that I can ’ t fucking get rid of now. Like wiping the inside of your windshield and finding out the dirt ’ s on the outside. 
 
 Do you wan na know why I ’ m telling you all this? Because no one *believes* me. You got ta fucking tell them that it ’ s real. I know you don ’ t know me but you have to believe me. I ’ m not an idiot, I know what ’ s going on. Something ain ’ t right in that other world. We got ta help them. Yeah, *them*. I haven ’ t just seen my reflection, I ’ ve seen others. They all end up like mine; bloody bodies slumped out of sight. 
 
 The nurses don ’ t listen though, man. They just keep trying to drug me up with whatever they can find. But, it ’ s not *me* that needs help. It ’ s *them*. 

