She stared pensively at the mirror, as if trying to figure out who she was, or maybe just trying to memorize her own face. She may have forgotten before, but she wouldn’t forget this time. No, not again; never again…
Even though she knew not to be frightened by her own reflection, she was still haunted by the stranger’s face staring back at her from the looking glass. A stain hung ominously in the upper right hand corner of the mirror. There, the word, ‘Chloe’, was written in cherry red lipstick, waiting for someone to find it.Maybe that was my name, she reasoned with herself, maybe I was Chloe. She let her hand sweep over the mysterious writing, as if it might trigger some sort of memory, but nothing came. Ever since she’d woken in the room with no recollection of who she was, nothing had felt right. Not the grass green paint covering the walls; not the giant stuffed bear taking up half of the space in the unfamiliar room; not the music box in the corner, playing a melancholy tune; none of it felt right.
She paced back and forth, trying to find something that did feel right, something that might help her remember, something familiar to hold in her foreign, alien hands.
There was a resounding squeak behind her. She turned her head to see what it was. Her heart skipped a beat at what she saw in the doorway to the room. A tall, teenage, redheaded girl with eyes greener than the wall was staring at her, shocked.
“Holy God! What the Hell are you doing in my room?!”
Even though she knew not to be frightened by her own reflection, she was still haunted by the stranger’s face staring back at her from the looking glass. A stain hung ominously in the upper right hand corner of the mirror. There, the word, ‘Chloe’, was written in cherry red lipstick, waiting for someone to find it.Maybe that was my name, she reasoned with herself, maybe I was Chloe. She let her hand sweep over the mysterious writing, as if it might trigger some sort of memory, but nothing came. Ever since she’d woken in the room with no recollection of who she was, nothing had felt right. Not the grass green paint covering the walls; not the giant stuffed bear taking up half of the space in the unfamiliar room; not the music box in the corner, playing a melancholy tune; none of it felt right.
She paced back and forth, trying to find something that did feel right, something that might help her remember, something familiar to hold in her foreign, alien hands.
There was a resounding squeak behind her. She turned her head to see what it was. Her heart skipped a beat at what she saw in the doorway to the room. A tall, teenage, redheaded girl with eyes greener than the wall was staring at her, shocked.
“Holy God! What the Hell are you doing in my room?!”
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