BRYNN.
Brynn, Brynn.
I hear a name calling for me, but every turn I take, it’s always a dead end, like a clouded fog I could never see through. I feel like I'm a maze in the mirror, and all my reflections are staring at me with a sick, twisted smile on their faces. They were laughing at me.
Mocking me because I didn’t even know myself; I didn’t know who I was. There was just a dark feeling and this feeling of regret heavy on my tongue, and the further I ran to catch this strange figure, the more it shrank.
And I was left alone in a dark room. Please, someone, tell me who I am!
“Mommy!” I hear my name called by a precious voice as my eyes shoot open, looking beside me to see the joy of my life looking down at me, confused as to why I seemed so on edge.
"Hi Mommy,” my beautiful three-y
