Chapter 4

There is a mirror in my bedroom, it's the only mirror in the house. I don't like to look at myself when I am in my room, so it's always covered with a towel or something. I don't know why, but I have this feeling that if I see my reflection, I'll see something wrong. That's what scares me most, that there's something wrong with me. One day I decided to take the towel off and look into the mirror. I saw a girl who looked like me, but there was something different about her. She was looking at herself in the mirror and smiling, not worrying about anything.

One day, I was looking in the mirror and I saw a devil. It had red horns, pitch black hair, and it was wearing a black trench coat. The devil was looking back at me with a grin and it was giving me the evil eye. I don't know how long I was staring into the mirror, but it felt like hours. The devil wasn't just in the mirror, it was in my head.

I have always been a bit of a worrier. I worry about the future, about my family, about my friends. I worry about everything. I worry about what people think about me and what people say. I worry about what I should do and what I should not do. I worry about whether or not something will happen to me. But then I worry about the good things that are happening in my life, too. It's hard to stay positive sometimes, and it's even harder to stay positive when you're having a bad day. That was the day that changed everything for me. That was the day that my life went from being perfect to being terrible. That was the day that I saw the devil in the mirror.

I'm not sure if it's a positive or negative thing, but I've always been fascinated by my reflection. It's always interesting to see what you've been up to and how you are doing. You can tell a lot about yourself just by looking at yourself in the mirror. For example, if your hair is all over the place, you're probably not sleeping well. If you have dark circles under your eyes, it's possible that you're not getting enough sleep. If your skin is pale, you're probably not getting enough sun.

"You are such a good person, you are the best person in the whole world." I hear this from my parents and my friends, but I don't feel that way. I feel that I am a bad person. I feel like a monster, a devil, and an awful person. I always seem to be working and never have time for myself. I have had thoughts of hurting myself or others, but I can never do it. There is always some reason that stops me from following through with my thoughts. Sometimes I wish that my thoughts were true because then maybe I would be a good person and not feel so awful all the time.

One day, I was walking down the street when I heard a voice say "Hey, you." I turned around and I saw this guy, he had dark hair and a dark beard, wearing a black trench coat and black boots. He looked like he was about to kill me. He started following me and I started to run. I ran as fast as I could until he caught up to me, grabbed my arm and pulled me into an alley. I was scared because I didn't know what he wanted from me. He brought his face close to mine and said "You're next." Then he let go of my arm and walked away.

One night, when I was about eight years old, I had a nightmare that was so vivid that I couldn't wake up from it. It was a dream about a mirror. In the mirror, I saw my own reflection, but in my reflection, there was a devil. The devil was in my reflection, but he wasn't in the mirror. He was in my head. I woke up from the dream and I couldn't go back to sleep for hours. This is how it felt to me when I watched my dad die from cancer.