#11« 'The Obsidian Silhouette'

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My neck itches, giving me the feeling I'm being watched. Tensing against the wall, I look up to see that it's coming right for me, its obsidian silhouette drawing closer and closer.

I fear until I remember all that it signifies, all that it destroyed. Now propelled by my anger, I surge forward, shoving away all the hurdles that pop up. Nothing else matters.

Yelling at the top of my lungs, I pounce on it only to be thrown back, my forehead throbbing.

The reflection in the mirror smiles whilst I stay still. And watch helplessly as a blade plunges into my heart.

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Hey, this is my entry for Skyizblue's 'Contest 3'!!

Let me know what you think of this!!

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