The Villain in the Mirror – Prologue
She awoke abruptly. Staring at her ceiling she felt her pulse rise as she sensed another presence in the small, moonlit room. She dared not move, not even to draw a shallow breath. After a few moments of rigid stillness, though it felt like hours, she risked darting her eyes to the dark wooden door that was the entrance to her bedroom. Staring hard into the darkness and trying to focus on the outlines of the objects scattered through her room, she saw nothing that should cause alarm. Moving her head cautiously, fearful of what she may find, she scanned the rest of her cluttered room. Her eyes registered nothing unusual.
Letting out a long breathe into the cold air, she willed herself to relax once again, desperate to fall into the slumber she had been so suddenly stolen away from.
"Just me," she whispered in an attempted to re-assure herself and calm her racing mind.
Closing her eyes once more, she attempted to find that peaceful place in her over worked mind.
"No," said another, cold and dazed voice.
She snapped her eyes open, feeling her heart pick up speed in her chest and her hands tighten on the sheets around her.
"It's just us." The voice finished as a previously unseen figure appeared beside her and blocks any trace of the pale moonlight that was streaming through the curtained window.
She opened her mouth but her vocal chords, much like the rest of her body, became paralysed as she succumbed to the fear that had threatened to swallow her just minutes earlier. Unable to see and unable to move she was helpless as the figure placed a cloth over her pale mouth and nose. She fought with her mind, willing herself to stay awake, but she knew her efforts were to no avail as her hand loosened its grip on the sheets that she had thought would protect her. Feeling her eyes grow heavy, she regretted her earlier wish for sleep.
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