Mirror
He pushes the door hard. It opens and bangs against the wall. The room is dark and silent, quite the opposite of the chaos outside. The storm is clear to see if you walk out the door, into the night. Snow falls hard, with a vengeance, trying to bury you under its silent white fury. The wind is a little less silent. You’d be lucky to be able to hear yourself screaming for help on a night like this, while you hold on to your clothes, hold on to anything to prevent flying away with the wind. Or maybe hold on to your sanity, while you wonder why the Gods have sent this tempest down. Where is this storm? I see it… I see it now. Do you see it?! DO YOU SEE IT?! LOOK NOW! THE SUN IS GONE, NEVER TO RISE AGAIN… are we going to never see the sun again? COME BACK!
And yet, he stands at the doorway. The white light behind him blurring the edges of his silhouette, giving him an errie look, while he stands panting… maybe waiting for his breath to catch up with him… maybe waiting for sanity to catch up with him. But the time for sanity is gone. Now everything is different. Everything must go. Everyone must die… death does not discriminate.
Eyes red… hands shaking… heart pumping… fist rearing… ears ringing… FUCK IT! STOP! STOP IT!
NO!……. what? who are you? Where are you? Where are you in my head?
He walks into the room, not conscious of what he’s doing… A mirror in the corner… there’s a mirror in the corner… I know there’s a mirror in the corner here… I know it’s a mirror… I know… when I turn on the light and look into it, I’ll see a monster… mirror.