Ch.3a

As every second passes by, I feel even more nervous, and everytime I look in to a mirror, I feel like throwing up. A few hours went by and I feel bored so I decide to go out of my room. Outside, it was all darkness, to my surprise I manage to find a light switch, but instead of lights being turned on, a flash light dropped, I pick it up and it still works, a bit dissapointing but it'll do. As I walk down a familliar hallway with special memories, I wonder to myself, 'how was I so happy back then? now, I feel unstable like I can breakdown at anytime.' As I try to hold down my tears, I see a mirror at the end of the hallway. When I look at myself, O see something peculiar, instead of me, a woman in her 20s wearing a dress but 'She's not wearing any makeup or any lipstick, but yet her lips are red and her features are beautiful.' Suddenly, I hear laughter echoing inside my head. 'She's mocking me.'

Although she's beautiful, but in rage and jealousy, I punch the mirror until it shatters into millions of pieces and reaviealing another corridor, but despite the mirror being shattered and the woman gone, I can still hear her laughing. Then her voice spoke in my head "Ï'ĻĹ ĶĮĹL ÝØÛ." And with in seconds my heart pounds and with fear, I run as fast as I can, until I stumble on someone. He's handsome, tall, anf he's human. "Are you Ok?" he said with a fake smile, "yes, I'm fine." I answer with a light voice. He's stronger than me and much more cooler than me. Even though I've found someone to help me get through this, I'm still jealous at him for being better than me.

After a while of walking, I feel like all my thoughts started to ease, and everytime I hear or see something, I always tell him about it, but he just doesn't notices or see or hear what I'm talking about. But everytime I'm with him my jealousy get's worse to the point of me thinking of murdering himmyself, if this place doesn' kill him first. But with him, I map every path we take.