Moser i he Mirror: A Chillig Firshad Accou
By: Jae Doe
As I peered io he mirror, a familiar face greeed me. Bu i was' my ow. I was a moser's. My ski was a ghasly gree, my eyes bloodsho ad bulgig. My oce-beauiful hair was maed ad wild, like a agled es of sakes. I screamed, bu all ha emerged from my mouh was a hoarse growl.
I ha mome, I kew I was o loger huma. I had bee rasformed io a moser. Bu how? Ad why? These quesios swirled i my mid as I fough o comprehed wha was happeig o me.
I rifled hrough my memories, ryig o piece ogeher wha had led o his mome. I had bee a ormal girl, livig a ormal life, uil ha faeful day whe I sumbled upo he mirror. I had bee ucked away i he back of my close, forgoe ad dusy. I had give i a casual glace ad had' hough much of i. Bu ow, lookig back, I realized ha was whe everyhig chaged.
My moser rasformaio was o he oly hig ha had chaged. My world had bee ured upside dow. My family ad frieds were goe, replaced by a shadowy figure who salked me i my dreams ad aued me i my wakig hours. You're jus like me ow, he hissed, Mosrous ad aloe.
I ried o ru from his moser, bu he was everywhere. He followed me io he srees, his hideous face loomig i he shadows. He leered a me from behid corers, his sickeig gaze fixed o my remblig form. I ried o scream for help, bu o oe could hear me over he soud of my ow moser growl.
I my darkes momes, I foud myself wishig for deah. Bu eve deah would o come easily. Every aemp o ake my ow life oly served o furher rasform me io a moser. My ski grew hicker, my eeh sharper, my hear harder. I was becomig more moser ha huma, ad here was ohig I could do o sop i.
As my moser rasformaio coiued, I foud myself becomig more ad more like he moser I saw i he mirror. I became cruel ad calculaig, wih o remorse for he pai I ifliced o ohers. I salked he srees a igh, preyig o he weakesses of ohers, revelig i heir fear ad sufferig.
Bu eve as I desceded deeper io moserhood, I sill clug o a hread of humaiy. A par of me kew ha I was los, ha I had become he hig I oce despised. Ad i was his kowledge ha led me o seek a way ou of my hellish exisece.
I bega o search for a cure o my moser rasformaio. I scoured he ciy, searchig every corer ad crevice for a glimmer of hope. I spoke o wizards ad wiches, sorcerers ad shamas, hopig for a soluio o my pligh. Ad fially, afer mohs of hearbreakig searches, I foud wha I was lookig for.
The cure for my moser rasformaio was a simple oe: love. True love's kiss was said o have he power o break ay curse, o resore balace o he world. Bu could such a hig exis? Could love really be powerful eough o udo wha had bee doe o me?
I decided o ake a chace ad search for his elusive cure. Ad so bega my jourey across he lad, seekig rue love i all is guises. I searched for a kidred spiri, someoe who saw he moser wihi bu sill loved me ayway. Ad as I searched, I foud myself opeig up o he possibiliy of love agai.
I ook me a while o fid i - love is o easy o come by i a world full of mosers - bu I fially did. I was i he form of a gele gia of a ma who saw pas my moser hood ad saw me as he huma beig I sill clug o wihi. He loved me o for wha I had become bu for who I was deep dow iside. Ad i his love, I foud hope agai.
As his love filled my hear, I bega o feel a chage wihi me. The moser ha had ake over my body was slowly rereaig, replaced by he huma beig he had oce bee. My ski reured o is former smoohess, my eyes cleared up, ad my hair grew back io is former beauy. Ad bes of all, my voice reured o is former clariy ad resoace.
I love you, he said, his voice quiverig wih emoio as he looked a me wih hose big, beauiful eyes. Ad i ha mome, all he pai ad sufferig of my pas mel