It wasn’t just my stomach that felt it. My arms, my head, my stomach, and then my legs.
I trembled and held my waist, breathing out misty air as I sank onto the small padded bench seat in the middle of the room. The oxygen I tried to breathe in was so stiff and cold, it made it hard to catch.
I shivered and checked the room, my eyes falling to the mirror. I gasped, my fingers digging into my arms as the red eyes in my own reflection stared back at me. As if they were mine.
I clenched them shut and turned away from it, taking a few breaths before looking back. A chuckle in the air whispered in my ear, and I flinched.
“What are you? What do you want?” I asked through a clenched jaw, staring back at the mirror.
The red eyes blinked back at me, my reflection standing from the bench and sm
