There was a sudden, loud BANG! in my room. I glanced towards the stairs warily, tossed my homework aside, and ran down into the family room. The door to my room was shut, like it had been before I left, but the doorknob was blazing hot as I grabbed it. Opening the door slowly, I saw my reflection in the mirror across the room.

But I didn't have a mirror in my room.

"Hello," the mirror image said. I jumped, slamming the door by accident while doing so. She looked like me. Her hair was long and blonde, and her face was pale and freckled. "You have such pretty eyes…"

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice shaking as I took a step closer to my bed. There was a baseball bat under it, and if I could just grab it…

The mirror image laughed. "I'm you. Can't you tell?" I eyed her cautiously and took another step forward. "You know, you can go ahead and grab that bat. I already tried, it turned into a snake when I touched it."

I dove under my bed to see a scaly python glaring back at me. Gasping, I threw myself back and stood up with weak knees. "What did you do?!"

"I didn't do anything," the girl said and stepped forward. I froze in my spot. "Such pretty eyes…Mind if I take them?" She reached her hand out towards me, her fingers extended to look like claws. I slapped her hand away and backed up, staring at her eyes. Well, where her eyes should've been. Instead there were two abysmal, black sockets. "See, I need your eyes. You won't be needing them soon, anyway."

"What do you mean?! I use them everyday!"

"You'll be dead soon, it won't matter."

"D-dead?"

Her voice eerily sounded exactly like my own. It's scary hearing yourself say that you'll be dead soon…

"Yes, dead."

"Why would I want to die?"

"You're going to kill yourself."

My heart picked up speed. "No, no I'm not. I'm not suicidal anymore. That stopped. Why would I want to kill myself? I've got a great family…"

"That doesn't understand you," she said shortly.

"…an amazing boyfriend…" I continued.

"Who has problems of his own," she argued.

"…and awesome friends."

"You really think they are your 'friends'?" she asked and took another step towards me. I backed up. "They'll turn out just like your other 'friends' you've made throughout your life. They'll laugh at you. Betray you. Leave you."

"No, no they won't."

She laughed sending chills up and down my spin. "Keep telling yourself that." Her foot stuck out and cleared the three feet space between us. I took another step backwards, feeling the scorching wall behind me as I flattened myself against it. "Such pretty, pretty eyes…"

"Leave me alone…"

"Honey, you've got bigger problems to worry about. After all, you should be figuring out how to kill yourself."

"I won't do that!"

A deep growl emitted from her throat. "You are worthless and unsuited to live in this world. Go kill yourself."

Anger grew into my chest. I pushed her away fro me. "No!"

Irritated by my shove, she fixed her hands on my wrists, held them high above my head, and pressed her body on mine…pinning me helplessly to the wall. Sensing the fear and anger mixing in my body, she smirked.

"See where fighting has got you? If you would just do as I tell you, then you wouldn't have to deal with all of this. Now, find a good method of suicide." I struggled against her grip, which caused her to dig her claw-like nails into my skin. My vision became blurred as hot tears ran down my cheeks. "Aw, poor baby. Now, now, no more tears." Her tongue extended from her lips and licked my cheek, wiping away a streak of tears. "See? All better."

"Go…away…" I whimpered brokenly. "Leave me alone, please…"

"Now where's the fun in that?" she chuckled and pushed her claws farther into my wrists. I bit my tongue to keep from crying. "Fine, if you want to cry, I'll give you something worth crying over." She adjusted my arms over my head and locked my wrists together with her left hand. "I want you to howl in pain…"

Her fingernails grew until they were dagger-sized. I struggled again as she pressed closer to me. Her free hand touched my right arm, moving my sleeve up into my joint, exposing my pale skin. "No! No, oh please, no!" I squealed. "Please, please!"

"Shut up!" She slapped my cheek cruelly, causing pain to tingle under my skin. Once I had finished sniveling, she smiled to show long, sharp fangs. "Give me your eyes, and this won't have to happen." I shook my head quickly. "Wrong answer, darling."
"Please! I'm begging you, please!"

"Silence!" she screeched, making me cringe. Blood started to drip out of her eye sockets, staining my floor instantly. "Now…now you're going to get it!" Her right hand swiped across my arm, below my elbow. Five caustic, red slashes suddenly appeared on my skin. I wailed in agony, my tears mixing with the cuts and causing them to sear. "Do you see what you have done?!"

"Let me go!" I screamed.

She pulled her arm back, then slammed my wrists into the wall, splattering my blood against it. "Some mutts must be harmed to be trained!" she hissed, grabbing my hair and smashing my head against the wall. "Now…what do you say?"

"Let…me go…"

"Please let me go!" She squeezed my wrists tighter, causing more blood to leak from my cuts. I closed my eyes.

"Please let me go!"

She dropped my wrists. "Much better. I'll keep in touch, sweetheart."

When I opened my eyes, she was gone. With tears falling down from my eyes and over my cheeks, I slid down the wall, grabbing a hold of my bleeding arm and caressing it gently. I curled into a small ball, my shoulders shaking with every sob that was released from my body. If dying would make sure that I wouldn't go through it again, I'd kill myself…

But even in death, I wouldn't be able to escape.