When I got the my fourth period class it didn't take long for the counselor to call me down. She did this every day to make sure I was ok, especially with my dad beating me half to death. When I got in her office she had a picture I drew when I was five. As to why I drew it I have no clue. It was a picture of me, but my hair and eyes were red and I was covered in blood. I saw him in the mirror. My aunt told me to ignore him, but I couldn't. He talked to me despite the fact that he was just a reflection. "Jack!?" I heard the counselor call my name interrupting my memory. "Yes ma'am?" I responded politely looking at the drawing. "Your mom said you drew this when you were five" the counselor began to speak with concern in her voice "is that true?". I nodded wondering what she wanted to ask. "Does He appear every time you look in the mirror?" She looked at me waiting for a response. "No" I began to respond "why?". She looked down and said "It may have been just a one time thing then". I looked at her then back at the drawing. "It's just something your mom wanted me to ask about it" she said putting the drawing on the wall. Then I started hearing a voice calling my name drowning everything out. I looked around, and saw nothing but the same thing, a pentagram with a two in the middle. Soon it got to overwhelming then I looked up at the counselor. She had turned into a horrifying beast. I grabbed a knife from my pocket as she attacked me. I stabbed her and heard a yell as I pinned her against the desk. Then I stabbed the knife through her neck into the desk. Soon everything went back to normal. She wasn't at all horrifying, but I killed her in one of the most brutal ways possible. I looked at her body, and saw tears on her cheeks. I still didn't feel any remorse, and I just laughed and grabbed my knife. I locked the the door, and sat down not sure what to do next. All of a sudden I just appeared in my room without any warning.