18th of October, Tuesday

  Morning

  Sasha

  I finally have a name and an identity. I am feeling nervous by everyone's gaze on me as I step into the cssroom. Everything you read till now, was the story I tried my best to narrate to you in the best way possible, story of the friends of whom I envied, story of them after her death, story of them after I killed her.

  I know they are now getting kinda used to Sasha not being amongst them anymore and for a few days they might not accept me. Because to them Sasha is dead. she is. Plus I am not her. But if a lie is told to anyone for a multiple times they starts to accept it as truth. Though they may believe against it.

  Are you confused? I will tell my story from beginning. How I was born.

  I had no shape, no name and I just dawned on this elegant room from inside the mirror. Nobody resided this house for a decade. It was getting lonely. Until one day, there was a new family moving in. The one living in this room was Sasha. She was pretty. A face and hair envied of. Her beauty was something out of this world.

  I wanted to be her. I can be her but only as she is looking in the mirror. The only time I have a well defined body is when someone looks inside this mirror. She was talking, but to anybody else, not even to herself, but she addressed me! She said that it must have been lonely for the being inside the mirror who just copies how she looks.

  There came a day when she was looking in the mirror and I moved a little different than she was. I was also surprised. I think she ignored that one. She got scared when she moved across the room and I was still standing there, in the mirror. Again, I was also surprised. She left the room screaming [Definitely an overreact].

  The next moment I realized I was standing in her room outside the mirror. I looked just like her! I thought maybe now I could finally live as her but there was a problem. Only she can see me. I wanted to take her pce. I decided to kill her.

  I gnced at the mirror and saw no reflections. I see. It is because I am of those who have escaped the mirror.

  The next few days I chased her, waiting for the right moment to kill her but she was annoyingly clever. She would not fall for it. She minimized going outside. She knew I will strike at any chance. So I decided to use her friends as my pawns.

  I took Remi's phone, called Lyn and told her to get Sasha at the cafe. The event that took pce next was only because of Sarah. I successfully killed her.

  After that I stalked Remi and realized that emotions of other people for Sasha makes me seen to them. Remi can see me the most, so I used her the most.

  Remi pnned the ritual on 15th of October, where I, as the passer of the judgement, pressed fear in their hearts. After that I was finally having a body. Now whenever I looked at a reflecting surface I can see my reflection which was not there before. Actually, Sasha was being embedded into my reflection and I started to look more realistic.

  Inspector Danial, Rachal and the media helped me a lot, from their emotions. Sasha kept looking at me with that 'scornful look'. I hated that.

  But now in the the present time I can finally not see her. I have finally have my own reflection.

  [Inspector Danial and Rachel checked the records of dead people multiple times but couldn't find Sasha's name. They were sure that Sasha was registered dead on 2nd of October.]

  The End?