Reversal
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. That’s when the horror began …
Instead of replicating my wild, frizzy, but boringly straight ginger hair and pale complexion, a young girl with curly black hair stares back at me, a serious expression on her freckled face. At first, her wide eyes and raised eyebrows show surprise. She blinks. After a few seconds, a slow smile lifts her lips, and her eyes shine with … pleasure? No, something else. Something sinister? I’m too surprised to get a handle on any of this.