"Who are you?"
I muttered looking at my own reflection in the mirror. Everything was the same but while I was terrified, the reflection was smirking at me.
It was like I was into some kind of horror movie. I wanted to run away as fast as possible, yet my legs wouldn't move. So, That time, I could only face it.
(Well, If I am inside you, that means I am you. Maybe it's fate. That's what you people call it, right?)
The voice was coming from within me. Like, the subconscious sound we hear when we read something or simply think. The voice was my inner voice that became conscious. Still, I was in the denial phase..
I took a deep breath before I spoke again " What exactly are you? Even if you are just my imagination and I am mentally ill, there has to be an explanation to this, right?"
