'Ugh.'
Small hand pointing to 1, big hand pointing to 40. 1.40 in the morning - again.
Janice let out a tired moan as she slipped out from under the covers. Waking up in the middle of the night - or morning, in this case - had become a frequent disaster since the departure of her friend Melina. In fact, she was surprised she could even sleep at all. Yet she just took it as a simplistic result of losing someone... Something she unfortunately had to deal with.
The clock ticked on. Small specks of light flickered on the bathroom mirror's surface, and Janice could just make out a pair of drooping eyes and mop of red hair when she looked into the glass.
Why is this happening? Why can't I just sleep? Questions, questions, questions. She pulled a sour face just at the thought of them all. I hardly have enough energy to even stand up.
I can see that.
Janice turned. 'What?'
My dearest one doesn't even remember me...
That voice... Her heart was racing ahead of her brain yet there was an icy tingle travelling down her spine just as fast. Once again, she focused on the mirror...ahd oh, how she regretted doing so.
Maybe she was just being paranoid. What she saw was way beyond a logical explanation. But since the game for Eternal Life, Janice had believed in more things than not, and was this an expection? It seemed not.
Melina was no longer dead, for her body was trickling down the sides of the mirror like the most beautiful nightmare her best friend had ever had.