TW: Dark topics, murder, blood mentioned

Mirrors
## 11-4-22

Hi, everyone here, there's probably not anyone though, anyway, it's me, Bonnie. Everyone is probably going to be freaking out when they read this because, well...I’m dead.
I guess I can possess an animatronic now? Preferably Foxy, yes, I know my _name _is Bonnie, but Foxy’s pretty awesome. Ugh, enough of that, you're probably wondering how I died. I mean, you _should _know but in case you don't...
It was November 4th- It was today basically when I went to school, and I died of boredom! Kidding! Today was anything but boring. Well, I went to school, and in the middle of 3rd hour, maybe 6th? I don’t know, it was so long ago.
Anyway, at whatever hour it was, we were in class, I can’t remember what we were doing when we heard the gunfire. And of course, all the kids went screaming, running around in utter panic. I’m frozen in my stance, looking around to see my friends, close friends, die. Shots are firing super fast, I recognize the shooter. _Taylor!_ I think. He was one of my friends, he was usually so nice. Even when people made fun of him, he always had the best attitude. I couldn’t believe it, and I still can’t believe it! I go back to looking around the classroom, now stained with blood, and cluttered with my classmates. Some kids are still running. I look at Taylor, as I feel something wet on my shoulder. He’s looking at me, his expression showing shock. The gun was pointed at me. I collapse, my vision blacking out. “No!” I hear him gasp. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.” This is it, I’ve been shot. I’m done.
Or that’s what I thought.
## ??/??/??

I feel the cold air chill my face. _What?_ I think. I open my eyes, expecting to see the Golden Stairs of Heaven. Let’s be honest here, that was a lie. I was expecting Hell. But it wasn’t Hell, nor Heaven. I was faced with a room of mirrors. I look into one, and to nobody’s surprise, it was me. I was covered in blood, though some of it may not have been mine.
I touched the mirror and my reflection changed; from a shocked, confused little girl, her face stained red, to a bright and happy girl, she was clean and ready for the day. _It’s me!_ I think. The reflection flipped her blond hair and left. “No!”

I yell, pulling my hand away from the mirror. “No.” I fall to my knees, my face buried in my hands. She was happily striding to her doom. Her innocence was soon to be destroyed.
I walk down the hallway, my reflection getting younger and younger as I go. I see myself at the age of three, or maybe four. I smile as she dances and brushes her teeth. Yep, that’s me. I walk closer, watching wistfully, as I lose my balance.
## 11-4-14

My head hits the floor. _Ow._ I think as a hear a scream. _Not again!_ I brace myself for whatever was coming.
“Are you okay?” A young voice asks me. I look up to see little me, her amber eyes glittering with concern.
“Fine…” I mutter, I was lying of course. I take a towel off of the counter; it was transparent. _I _was transparent.
“Mom!” I hear her yell and she leaves. I use this time to try and clean myself up the best I could. The blood on my shoulder stayed.
“This is my new friend!” She points to me as I see my mother. I then realized how much I missed my mother. I didn’t get to tell her or text her before you know what.
Mom smiled at the younger me, looking in my direction. “Hi, Bonnie’s friend.” She waved. I wave back, though I know she was pretending and that she really couldn’t see me. Man, at the time, I’d die again just to see her and Dad, and my dog Stormy. I want to see my family again, and my friends. I knew that my friends were long gone though.
“It’s time to go to bed. Come on, Bonnie.” Mom led Past-Me to bed.
“Wait!” She ran to her closet and pulled out a little sleeping bag. Of course, it was too small for me, I lay on it, and acted like I was going to sleep. “Good night!”
“Good night,” I mutter.
Of course, I get up when little me is asleep. Our old house wasn’t fancy; it wasn’t large. But it was home. I glance back as I climb onto the counter and place my hand on the mirror. It didn't make ripples when I grazed It. This mirror isn't about to let me through.

nice story

100/10