Oh no, I had broken the mirror. One small fall had done that.
500Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6NpeISt7zR
My family had said it was haunted and that I never should break it. Nor touch it. I had followed that rule for thirty years of my life until now. My three-year-old had accidentally pushed me onto it while we were cleaning the shed.
500Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdgixwazdkh
“NO CAMILA STEP BACK!” I yelled,
500Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC6LYKmfXLK
Luckily she listened and did what I said. I looked down to see the broken shards beneath me. A few had sunken into my leg. While others were spread on the floor.
500Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrGgeP7IW0Q
“Mommy, why is it moving?” I heard my child ask,
500Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡinYpBN5xRs
Moving? Glass didn’t just move. But this was. I felt sharp pains in my leg as the glass pieces started moving out. Blood was pooling underneath me, but I couldn't focus on that.
500Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpyOltWXcYH
“CAMILA GO AWAY GO INTO THE HOUSE GO GO GO!” I screamed at her.
500Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxM3xFQQGTy
She needed to be away. I could bare it if something happened to me but never to her. I saw her run out of the shed crying and shouting for her father.
500Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3UIdBcU4Sv
“Ah, so you’ve finally broken it,” I heard a new voice say,
500Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfEFSZ6shxl
It was croaky, and old it sounded like a morning voice but ten times worse.
500Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYtODXMP1pw
I didn’t know what I had broken but now I didn’t have to think of it. The broken glass from before swirled around me. Then started jabbing and cutting me. Blood was coming from my arms, face and legs. My clothes were torn. I wanted to scream but I didn’t dare to open my mouth.
500Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMKbWdR0MR4
Until it stopped. Only for a second. I felt like it was over. The pain the torture it was over. I was wrong. The glass shards were positioning themselves. I heard a snap then they all stuck to me. The blood from before started pooling between the glass pressing against my body. It hurt horribly. I felt the shard press against my mouth, then my eyes then lastly my nose. I struggled a bit. But I knew I would never be let free. I would die in this cacoon of glass.
500Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxTY5f5ArLi
然後按「加至主畫面」