• I looked closely at the boy I recognized his face, his thick wavy black hair hair, his dark brown eyes, and a very light brown skin. We stared at each other for few minutes. Until a thought has entered my mind, it was me when i was 12 years old. Am i traveling back to time, what was happening. But i noticed the head of my 12 year old self that it moved ever so slightly to the side as if he was looking at something in my back. My mind tells me not to look but my eyes wants to see what it was. I turned around and saw the boy in the mirror. Now i could tell the difference between the two of us. His eyes and body is covered with intensity. His arms and chest are covered with wound marks, deep wound marks by the looks of it. His body shaking, and with a blink of an eye, he was holding a thick, rusty, rounded steel. And out of nowhere he smashed it to my head. The last clear think i saw was his evil smile.



    ~to be continued ...