Horror / Blind Revenge

     Not knowing they would be her last moments alive, she crept blindly through the darkness. She felt the walls, so familiar, until she made it into the bathroom. Though it never helped, she flipped the switch. She could feel the light was on as her hand fumbled around for the sink knobs. She turned the hot and cold knobs simultaneously and ran a hand under the water. Her hands scraped something in the sink. She winced. Almost as if it was automatic, her hand reached for the medicine cabinet. Her heart jumped. The mirror, she felt, was in shards. Sharp points jutted toward the center of the cabinet.
     She ran her hands under the water again, unaware she was bleeding from having cut her finger on the mirror shards, and wiped her face. Turning around she felt for the towel. It wasn’t where it was supposed to be. It wasn’t where she remembered. Her hands shook vigorously as they continued to search for the towel; she was becoming hesitant. Suddenly she couldn’t inhale enough air. She began to feel faint.
     As she hunched over, feeling the air for her towel, she tried to calm herself. She didn’t know how to explain the broken mirror, but perhaps she’d misplaced the towel. As she explained away the missing towel (refusing simply to grab another from the closet), her hand brushed against something she vaguely recognized as leather. She stopped breathing. Her eyes widened to a bulge, viewing only dark, blurred matter. That’s when she noticed the rhythmic patterns of breathing coming from something else. Someone else. Her heart palpitated harshly inside. The figure she’d brushed up against began to move. She heard the creaks of the leather as the person wearing it placed a light hand on her shoulder.

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