Born At The Right Time

Kiera's POV(Contined)

“How teeth achingly sweet.” The hated voice was back.

I veered from the showerhead I was going to, to the small mirror in the bathroom.

Whoever lived in this house previously certainly loved her face. There were mirrors everywhere. The house was odd too. For a house that hadn’t been occupied in years, most of its utilities were in working order. In my bedroom, we only had to change the foam and the curtains, nothing else. Even the damn dresser was sturdy and still fashionable. It was clearly designed during the eighties era, but it had a retro vibe to it that I really liked.

“Enough of this charade. What do you want?” I fumed at my face in the mirror. But it was still me staring back at me, my eyes glowing with wild anger. “You spoke to me just now, I heard you. If you are trying to make me think I’m crazy, it won’t work.”