The Mirror

This is a story that a friend had told me in high school, and young woman, have always had a facination with mirrors...

A young woman, let's call her Anne, was prepairing for her day, starting with the daily make-up routine. She loved it. First the eyeshadow, then the mascara, the blush, and so fourth. This was the first day of school and she had to look perfect. She straightened her hair, and brushed her teeth. Anne stopped, and stood up straight and smiled. Perfect. 

It was at the end of Anne's second semester when she experienced the first of many frightening things that would happen to her. She held the hall pass tightly in her hand, she needed to touch up, there was no way she could face her lab partner, looking the way she did. (She had a crush on him.) She pulled her lipstick out of her pocket, and reached into her purse to grab her comb. When she stood up, reflected in the mirror was a horrible image. A young woman, that looked like Anne, covered in blood, her mouth taped shut, her throat slashed. Anne screamed, dropped her things, and ran to the counselor's office. 

She thought that talking about it would help clear her mind. Wash away that horrible image. Anne was sent home for the rest of the day, and told to rest. When asked where her things where, she told them, in the bathroom. But she wouldn't go alone to fetch them. A hall monitor was sent with her, but she wouldn't enter the bathroom. After getting her things she walked to her car in the front parking lot. She knew that her nerves where frazzled. She opened the door, and sat down. She adjusted her mirrors and there in the back seat was the image, blood pooling onto the leather seats, eyes white and lifeless. She got out of the car and scribbled a note on a napkin. She left the note on her friend's car and started the three block walk home.

The image followed her from mirror to mirror. Even showing up in reflections. This lasted for a month, then, all at once it stopped as suddenly as they had started. It was the end of the semester. Her friends had planned a party to celebrate the end of the term. Anne was excited. The bell rang, and Anne and her friends made the final plan for that night's party. Anne returned home and changed her clothes, and put on her make-up. Fixed her hair, and kissed her parents goodbye. She assured them, that she wouldn't be drinking, and that she wouldn't come home past curfew...

It was three days after the party, when the police found Anne's body. She had been tied up, raped, and her throat had been cut. The duck tape stuck firmly to her lips. Her eyes wide open, white and lifeless.