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A scream of terror escaped my lips. I tried to form words, but my brain seemed to be paralyzed.<br />
The figure approached quickly, silently, through the cold, white world of the mirror. He smiled<br />
at me, an eerie, familiar smile.<br />
“You!” I managed to scream.<br />
He stopped inches away from me.<br />
I stared at him in disbelief.<br />
I was staring at myself. Me. Smiling back at me. The smile as cold as the glass that surrounded<br />
us.<br />
“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “I’m your reflection.”<br />
“No!”<br />
His eyes—my eyes—studied me hungrily, like a dog staring at a meaty bone. His smile grew<br />
wider as I cried out my fear.<br />
“I’ve been waiting here for you,” my reflection said, his eyes locked on mine.<br />
“No!” I repeated.<br />
I turned away.<br />
I knew I had to get away.<br />
I started to run.<br />
But I stopped short when I saw the faces in front of me. Distorted, unhappy faces, dozens of<br />
them, fun house mirror faces, with enormous, drooping eyes, and tiny mouths tight with sadness.<br />
The faces seemed to hover just ahead of me. The gaping eyes staring at me, the tiny mouths<br />
moving rapidly as if calling to me, warning me, telling me to get away.<br />
Who were these people, these faces?<br />
Why were they inside the mirror with me?<br />
Why did their distorted, twisted images reveal so much sadness, so much pain?<br />
“No!”<br />
I gasped as I thought I recognized two of the floating faces, their mouths working furiously, their<br />
eyebrows rising wildly up and down.<br />
Erin and Zack?<br />
No.<br />
That was impossible, wasn’t it?<br />
I stared hard at them. Why were they talking so frantically? What were they trying to tell me?<br />
“Help me!” I called. But they didn’t seem to hear me.<br />
The faces, dozens of them, bobbed and floated.<br />
“Help me—please!”<br />
And then I felt myself being spun around. I stared into the eyes of my reflection as he gripped my<br />
shoulders and held me in place.<br />
“You’re not leaving,” he told me. His quiet voice echoed through the clear stillness, icicles