• I could feel the warm darkness all around me. It comforted me, making me feel safe. But it did not last. I open my eyes slowly, bracing the impact of the luminous room. I felt the smooth white sheets between my light fingertips and grasped them for dear life. I knew what was happening. I looked around. Surveying the area, you could say. Everything was as it was before- white. No color in sight. But that would change all too quickly. I felt the cool liquid seeping through the bedding, almost swallowing the bed whole. The crimson hunger grew as it reached my toes, trailing up eagerly through my legs. I saw the stains on my, also white, night gown-blood. Bright to the sight and cool to the touch. I felt the sickness again as I looked around the room. I saw the armoire in the corner turn scarlet. The walls, splattered with burgundy started to stir as I felt more and more dizzy. My stomach churned as the newly ruby furniture multiplied before my eyes. I tried to steady myself, clutching the nightstand tightly. Feeling the cool substance I pulled back abruptly, losing my balance in the process. I fell to the ground, my head aching. Laying there, in a pool of blood, I shut my eyes. I felt the same open embrace of the darkness as I had before. But this felt different in a way. In the distance I saw what looked like a puff of smoke. What was smoke doing in my sweet darkness? Then, what emerged was the most memorably hated thing I knew. The one thing that made me question my sanity. A row of sharp white teeth gleamed at me in the surrounding black. The twisted smile. I remembered somewhat how this would go down, but part of it I had tried to push out of my mind. It stared at me, mockingly, as if it knew what I was thinking. Who knows? Maybe it did. I don’t know why but I always felt the urge to talk to it. I asked “Who are you? What do you want with me?” I almost stuttered, which would be understandable along with my shaking. The mouth chuckled, sending chills up my spine. It spoke: “I do not want anything of you, silly girl. I am merely your…imagination.” I opened my eyes and found myself back in the room of blood, standing in front of a mirror. On it, written in blood, the words, “you did this” were printed across the glass. I stepped back, my breathing intensifying. I felt tears drip down my cheek. Looking in the mirror, apart from the message, I saw myself. I was covered in the sticky crimson liquid that almost acted like a potion that weakened me. I closed in on my face. The reflection was not me. I mean, it was “me”, but not me. I had a frightening smile on and my eyes looked soulless. The tears that were in my eyes were clear and full of confusion. The tears in my reflections eyes were…drops of blood. I touched my cheek, feeling the watery warmth that came from my eyes. Peering down at my hand, I saw no red. I felt slight relief, but it quickly went away. I looked back at the cruel and devilish face. I was enraged. I felt such a raw anger and uncontrollable loathing for this creature across the glass. With all my might- and none of my sanity- I hit the glass. I kept hitting it over and over again until only shattered pieces remained. I looked at my hands. New blood oozed out and I started to feel light-headed. I fell to the ground again. I hugged my knees and began to cry even harder. Was I truly going mad? I didn’t know what to do anymore. This was what I pushed out of my mind. I couldn’t find a safe place here. The blood was smothering me, making it harder for me to breathe. And I couldn’t go back to the sweet darkness anymore. It had been tainted by the twisted smile. I had nowhere to go. I felt utterly helpless and frightened. And with that, I woke up. Panting wildly, I cried, “What is wrong with me?”
    ~The End~