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It was snowing outside, everything was white and peaceful. She sat on the sofa next to the window, sipping chamomile tea and watching the snowflakes falling softly. It was almost dark, the street lights were on already, giving the snow a golden glimmer.
She felt calm for a while. She finished her tea and wanted to do something. She had the house for herself for a whole month and she felt terribly alone. He went away on tour and she feared he would not come back anymore.
There wasn’t anyone to call or anywhere to go. She put on a casual dress, turned on the fireplace, sat down in front of it on her belly and started reading a book, some cheesy romance novel which was ment to make her feel better. She didn’t have the patience to read for more than twenty minutes so she went down to the kitchen and poured white wine in a glass. She went back to the living room. The sound of the fire, the falling snow and the dim light reminded her of her childhood…
There was a beautiful antique mirror next to the fireplace, with a detailed golden frame with angels and flowers carved impeccably. She looked at herself and could not believe it was happening again. She saw a total stranger in the mirror. She was conscious that something was wrong, but she kept losing herself by the minute. She burst into a hysterical laughter, then tears rolled down her high cheekbones.
I don’t know you, get out of my house and of my body, you are killing me, I want myself back, why do you want to harm me?
She hit the mirror with her fist as hard as she could, the broken pieces fell on the floor and she fell down on her knees, crying and feeling all helpless. She took a sharp piece and slit her wrists without thinking to much. When she saw the blood she became aware of what she had done, of what the person from the mirror made her do, but it was too late…
It was snowing outside, everything was white and peaceful. She sat on the sofa next to the window, sipping chamomile tea and watching the snowflakes falling softly. It was almost dark, the street lights were on already, giving the snow a golden glimmer.
She felt calm for a while. She finished her tea and wanted to do something. She had the house for herself for a whole month and she felt terribly alone. He went away on tour and she feared he would not come back anymore.
There wasn’t anyone to call or anywhere to go. She put on a casual dress, turned on the fireplace, sat down in front of it on her belly and started reading a book, some cheesy romance novel which was ment to make her feel better. She didn’t have the patience to read for more than twenty minutes so she went down to the kitchen and poured white wine in a glass. She went back to the living room. The sound of the fire, the falling snow and the dim light reminded her of her childhood…
There was a beautiful antique mirror next to the fireplace, with a detailed golden frame with angels and flowers carved impeccably. She looked at herself and could not believe it was happening again. She saw a total stranger in the mirror. She was conscious that something was wrong, but she kept losing herself by the minute. She burst into a hysterical laughter, then tears rolled down her high cheekbones.
I don’t know you, get out of my house and of my body, you are killing me, I want myself back, why do you want to harm me?
She hit the mirror with her fist as hard as she could, the broken pieces fell on the floor and she fell down on her knees, crying and feeling all helpless. She took a sharp piece and slit her wrists without thinking to much. When she saw the blood she became aware of what she had done, of what the person from the mirror made her do, but it was too late…
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