Lost
She lays in her bed, wrapped in her blanket with hand stitched stars and a broken moon. The moon hidden by the dark grey clouds; claps of thunder growing louder. Cries are carried with the wind; she slowly opens her eyes as a sorrow lays upon her. She sits up, placing her feet gently upon the cold hard floor, placing her right hand on her forehead trying to keep herself together. She stands up as her camisole dress drops to her ankles; she walks to her mirror and gazes upon her reflection. Missing the smile it wears although tears stream down her cheeks. As she stares at her lost reflection, a dark figure slowly approaches her reflection. Red eyes, long black hair and wearing a malicious smile. She stands behind her smiling reflection, her malicious smile ever growing. It wraps her hand ar
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