I stood in front of the mirror but I couldn't recognize the face looking back at me. Those dark eyes, completely black, making holes in my flesh just by looking. The curls falling on her shoulders perfectly. Her face white as a ghost and lips red as blood. The scars on her face, screaming out the tale of her sufferings.
I touched my face and so did she.
"Who are you?", I asked her in confusion.
The reflection smiled and leaned in as if coming out of the mirror and whispered, "I am the monster that he turned you into before leaving."