Nanelle

"What do you see when you look in the mirror?" she asks me. She - breathes down my neck; warm air collides with my cold skin. I - alone. "I do not know." I shake my head. "Frail human body, perhaps?" "No, no, no, All I see is a black hole, I want to scream into it." "It would eat you if you came any closer." Don't come any closer." she isn't here. I'm alone. I don't know her. She knows me…she thinks she knows me. Chills scratch my skin; it crawls up my spine like a centipede on a wall, tiny and thin steps that emit a tingling sensation through the receptors in the mucous membrane of my thin skin. I want to touch the mirror, but the repulsive force prevents me. Is that a good sign? Is that her; an icy and unknown presence that visits me? “They will eat you...” Two humble words I must admit. The truth they carry is painful and absent. Could this black hole really eat me as it warns me? I wouldn't say... rather, sw...