Ivola Hoffman was once a vibrant, bubbly, and charming twenty-four-year-old woman who now found life to be mundane and routine. Coming home from work one afternoon, she experiences a phenomenon that flings her world into darkness. Her friends abandon her, her dreams turn to nightmares and her touch turns deadly. What is she? And why does the name Lola resonate in her mind? Far away from home and the people that love her, Ivy tries hopelessly to stay alive in a strange world that has suddenly turned against her. _________________________________________ Ivola took a deep quivering breath and clasped the mirror to her chest. Slowly, she lifted the mirror to her face. She held it there for a few seconds but did not open her eyes. She brought it down again and threw her head back in defeat, terrified of what she might see. The mirror felt heavy in her hands and she couldn't get herself to lift it up again. Fear had won this round...again. It had gripped onto her so tightly that she barely knew herself anymore. "Coward," she mumbled to herself. "You fucking COWARD!" Fear gave way to anger so great she hurled the mirror across the small room and it shattered against the wall. She watched as pieces of broken glass flew in different directions on the floor and Ivy sympathised with the mirror. She too, felt broken inside.
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