Reflection Introduction- 'Ring a Ring o roses, a pocket full of poses, ashes ashes, we all burn down' whispered a cold voice that is known as my reflection. I felt pain and torture just by listening to that voice. That voice ruined my #life Chapter 1 Page 1 'Ring a ring o roses' Melody sung, she carried on 'a pocket full of poses' "p-please s-stop, p-please leave me a-alone" I cried out to her as tears full down my pale face. 'Ashes ashes' "Please stop! Please!" I cried out as loud as I can while hitting the mirror until my hand started to bleed. She ignored me then carried on 'we all burn down' suddenly a fire started in my bedroom, it slowly spread across the floor, heading towards me. I hesitated for a bit until I finally ran to my door, only to find out that I couldn't open it, I then looked at my window, but it was....gone.... I got my back against my door, I gently then slid down onto the floor while looking at the mirror. There stood Melody with a grin on her face, she was burning, but yet she felt no pain... Tears kept on running down my face as the fire came closer and closer towards me. Smoke was everywhere, I could barely breathed, I coughed and coughed until I could barely see anything. The fire came close, I tried to scream for help, but I couldn't speak anymore, the fire was so close... Suddenly I woke up, my face was wet. I reached out my hand and gently touched my face to feel the tears that fallen down as I was having that nightmare. I slowly turned my head to face the mirror, Our eyes then met. Page 2 I pushed my duvet away and got out of my bed while tears still kept on running, I walked up to the mirror and reached out my hand, she did the same. Our hand touched, "Your not real" I mumbled to myself without thinking that she could possibly hear me. 'Want did you say?' She asked me with a stern expression, I took a deep breathe before I continued "y-your n-not real" I said did just a bit louder then the first time. She gazed at me with those cold eyes, she then pulled her hand away from me 'I am real, I'm you' she told me angrily. Without thinking I shouted at her, I shouted at my own reflection "YOUR JUST MY REFLECTION! YOUR NOTHING BUT A REFLECTED IMAGE OF ME!" She took a step back in disgust, 'I AM REAL!' She yelled back, suddenly books came out from my bookshelf, they flew towards me. each one giving me a paper cut. My blood tripped down onto the floor, leaving bloodstains. I felt pain, I felt torture, but this time it wasn't a dream.