'But... Huh...?'

Okay. So, the boy from my dream. He was... back...? How? Why? That didn't make any sense! 'Why do you seem so surprised?' ...What. 'I must... I must be going crazy...' My eyes wandered around, trying to find an answer on the floor. '...It's like last night... You're scared again.' He looked at his feet dejectedly. 'I'm sorry... Do you not remember me? Because... You knocked on the mirror. I just heard it.' Oh. Wait... Did he not hear me earlier? I must have been doing it- 'Um...actually, that 'knocking' you heard was me doing this.' I showed him my left shoulder... and the bruise... was about the size of a quarter and only... a light pink color. He moved his eyes from my shoulder to meet mine. 'Are you all right enough to help me?' His eyes didn't break their contact.

'I still don't know what you want.'

His eyes closed. He took a step back and extended his left hand towards me. 'Do you trust me? If so, take my hand.' I grabbed my phone and requested one of my friends to cover for me if the teacher asked where I had gone. I stuffed my phone into my pocket and exhaled.

'I trust you.'

I reached my hand out towards the mirror, expecting it to touch the glass. My hand went through and grasped his. He nodded and pulled me closer and closer to the mirror until- My eyes saw a flash of white.

#ASFTM

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