Hi, guys. My name is Lucas, and I guess I’m the narrator of this little story about this high-school student named Mirror that I used to know. And she killed me. That's the story for me—end, middle and beginning. I was the happy asshole who died before the first page. But, yeah, here we are, and that's her name Mirror, don't ask me why, but it is a pretty name, Mirror. We used to call her Mimi. She was just that other girl from class. There was nothing special about her. Sometimes we even forgot she existed.

So, back to the story, she stood in front of the mirror, blood dripping from her lips down to her chin. And let me tell you. She was not impressed with this situation. I mean, who wants blood stains on their uniform, right? And it is not like you can take a whole white blouse to the laundry two blocks from school and expect that nobody will ask questions.

Now, Mirror wasn't exactly a pro at cleaning blood off her outfits. Nobody is, I hope. I mean, come on, who is? Unless you counted that one time when she didn't have a pad, and her favourite panties got ruined. Yeah, that was a bloody mess. We all saw it last year during math class and made some pretty sick jokes about it. We still do to this date. Maybe that was why I was drowning in my own blood.

But ever since then, she hadn't really needed to deal with removing blood stains. Talk about luck, huh?

You see, Mimi had this thing about blood. I think it is called hemophobia or something. The fear of blood. It made her just feel all dizzy and queasy. I mean, the colour red is cool and all, but not when it's warm liquid dripping all over the place from your guts. It's like the colour red just had a serious case with death and rigour mortis or something. I was never a fan of Tim Burton or Quentin Tarantino. But she was, something I only learned after I died.

Now, let me tell you about Mirror's appearance. She was the most boring girl in school. Not ugly but not pretty. A Wattpad main character. She used to have these dull brown eyes, nothing to write home about. But now, oh boy, they were as black as shiny obsidian. She was really digging that look, you know? Gave her this eerie, nightmare creature kind of vibe. And her summer tan? Forget about it! It was gone, replaced by this white porcelain complexion. She was pretty pleased with her new vampire-like appearance, a true Cullen. I can’t remember any other type of vampire right now. My Grandmother really loved the Twilight Saga.

So there she was, looking at this poor guy on the floor, me, all twisted up like a broken doll. And she couldn't help but wonder, 'What the heck did I just do?' I mean, she broke my arm and ripped my neck. I was practically drowning in my own blood. Such a waste, really. But you know what's even weirder? My cheeks were still warm. Shouldn't I be colder than an ice cube by now?

And let me just say the scene in the guys' toilets was something else. Blood was everywhere, turning those white tiles into a masterpiece of splatter. And Mirror, she had this thought, like, why do toilets have to be white? Such a boring colour, you know? Maybe they should spice it up a bit and add some pizzazz.

It seems she was starting really to like red.

She knelt down next to me, and you'd think she'd be crying or panicking, regretting what she had done. You know, putting her hands on her forehead and pondering how she ended up in this messed-up situation. I mean, Mirror wouldn't eat people, right? That's not her. She's just a regular student like me.

We all went to school early in the morning, barely had time for breakfast, rushed to class to avoid being late and died of boredom in each classroom. That was the student life, guys. We were all just trapped between four walls with some random dude talking about something we will never apply in real life, praying for the bell to ring and lunchtime so we could goof off like idiots. But boy, was I wrong about her. I couldn't even find the right words. Well, true to be told, I wouldn't even talk. I was dead. Like dead, dead, you know what I mean?

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So there I was, minding my own dead business, and her mouth ripped open like a piece of paper, stretching from one ear to the other. I kid you not. I paid enough attention in biology to know that humans have only 32 teeth... well, she had way more than that, way more. And she carved every single one of them into my skin, right in the gut.

Personally, I would have preferred her to start with an arm or a leg. The gut was just too close to the stomach and intestines. You know what I mean? Why would she choose that spot for her first feast? What was she thinking? Did it taste good like the bile, the content of rotten acid food and shit? Did she lose the sense of taste?

It turned out she wasn't thinking at all. She was famished, and at that moment, the scariest thing for her wasn't knowing what would satisfy her hunger. She was just hungry.

We all get hungry, right? But Mimi took it to a whole new level. The pangs of hunger in her brain were like the System of a Down growling. Every rumble echoed the desperate emptiness within her. It's like her stomach had turned into a festival of heavy metal pit!

And let me tell you, Mimi's senses were on high alert like a cheetah on the Discover channel. She could sniff out anything from miles away. The aroma of fresh sweat dripping from someone's armpit would waft through the air, and instead of being a comforting embrace, it turned into a cruel torture for Mimi. Any walking human became her worst enemy, parading their delicious fluids around her like a never-ending buffet she couldn't afford. She was stuck in that piss room with me.

Her mind was totally obsessed. She couldn't stop thinking about it. Mimi's hunger turned her into a walking zombie, a vampire. I don't know what she was. Her limbs felt heavy as if they were shackled by the weight of her never-ending appetite. But it wasn't me she wanted. She tried my blood, my flesh. I wasn't doing it for her anymore. It was tasty, but not enough. And she couldn't understand what it was. We all have watched zombie and vampire movies. It is all about blood and flesh, and that was it. There wasn't much given to the imagination. It was one or another. Or both. I would guess beggars can't be choosers.

But, oh boy, let me tell you, Mimi wasn't one to give up easily. She had a determination that would put Rocky Balboa to shame. She refused to surrender to the grip of hunger. With each ounce of strength she could muster, she carved her teeth in me.

And something told me that at that very moment, I wouldn't be enough. It seemed like she craved more. I mean, maybe she didn't like the taste of human flesh, I heard we taste like sweet pork, and she wasn't a fan of pork. She always thought it was dirty meat. You are what you eat, you know? But she dove into my insides, slurping my intestines like noodles. It was clear that she didn't care at all. She had no intention of stopping.

We were in the middle of the day, the school was packed, and this girl, I don't know how was eating people. Why?

The door then swung open. And who's there? It's Oliver, guys! Ah, good old Oliver. Now, let me tell you, Oliver was a bit on the chubby side, and we used to make fun of him. But here's the thing, he was such a good sport about it. The kind of guy you'd love to hang out with, always sporting a smile, even when life wasn't treating him so well, his mum was sick. That was a bummer, but he never let it put him down.

Now, Oliver had a knack for cracking jokes. I mean, this dude could really bring the house down with his humour. But his special power was his luck. It was something else. I mean, seriously, if there were a penny lying on the ground, out of all of us, Oliver would be the one to spot it. Or imagine this. We're all running late to catch the bus, but guess what? The bus itself was late! And there was this one time we hit up a snack bar, and they had the very last slice of chocolate cake. Who do you think got that slice for free? Yep, you guessed it, Oliver!

This guy had luck oozing out of every pore, so it's a mystery to me why he never played the lottery. But all good things must come to an end. And on this fateful day, Oliver's luck ran dry. Yep, it finally caught up to him. He entered the bathroom, ready to handle his business, and what did he see? Well, he saw me! Now, I was impressed that he even recognized me at that moment, but there he stood, looking at Mirror and asking her, 'Mirror, what are you doing?

Now, Mirror, being the nonchalant person she always was, responds with, 'I'm eating.' Can you believe it? Like, hey dude, I'm just having lunch here. But poor Oliver, in a state of utter shock, ends up wetting himself and blurts out, 'Mirror, you don't eat people….'