Terror.

That was the only way to describe this feeling. Staring at me, a figure stood outside the window inches away from me. It had long, scruffy black hair and looked like it hadn't showered in weeks. Slouched slightly, its dirty and unironed clothes further accentuated its malnourishment. And the face, oh god the face. His crooked yellow teeth were clearly visible in its slightly opened mouth and its disgusting features showed obvious signs of disregard.

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Forcing my breakfast back down, I noticed the most horrifying thing yet - it was my reflection.

Pain.

Grabbing my chest, I collapsed forward onto the ground. Writhing in agony, I felt my consciousness slowly drift away. My body could not handle my ugliness.

I woke up in a firey place.