The Mirror Lied to Me.

# **It Was the Mirror That Lied to Me**

**Unbelievable. Heart-stopping. Mind-blowing.** These are the only words that can begin to describe what happened to me that night—the night the mirror **lied** to me.

For years, I believed that mirror was my truth, my reflection, my reality. But what I didn’t know was that it was the most **deceptive**, **cruel**, and **terrifying** liar I’d ever faced. The ultimate betrayal in the most **magical** yet **heartbreaking** way.

It started like any ordinary evening. I was staring at that **shimmering glass** hanging in my dimly lit bedroom, watching my own eyes—my face—that I thought I knew so well. But that night, something was **off**. The reflection wasn’t just me. It was different. **Distorted. Twisted.** Like the mirror held a secret—a **dark secret**—it wasn’t ready to reveal.

Then, in a flash of **electrifying horror**, the reflection blinked before I did. My heart **pounded** so loud I was sure the whole house could hear it. The image smiled—but not my smile. A sinister, **unbelievably cruel** smile that sent icy chills down my spine.

“*You think you know yourself?*” the reflection whispered, its voice dripping with **menace**. “*You’ve been living a lie. A cheap imitation of the truth.*”

I tried to look away, but I was **frozen**. The mirror’s surface rippled like dark water, pulling me into a nightmarish vortex of flashing images—**shocking memories** I’d never seen, places I’d never been, and a life I didn’t recognize.

The mirror lied to me. It showed me a world I never lived but somehow felt deeply connected to. A **hidden reality** where I was powerful, unstoppable—a queen of shadows and light, the **ultimate force** between worlds.

But then, the cruel twist:

That version of me? The “real” me? She was trapped inside the mirror, a **prisoner** of my so-called reflection. The one I saw every day—the fake me—was living my life, smiling with my friends, pretending to be me, but with no clue of the **dark destiny** she’d stolen.

**Heartbreaking. Shocking. Unthinkable.**

I realized that my whole existence was a **fabricated nightmare**. The mirror wasn’t a window—it was a **barrier**. A **gatekeeper** between who I was and who I was supposed to be.

In an instant, the mirror shattered with a deafening **CRASH**—glass exploding into a thousand glittering shards like frozen stars raining down.

I fell to my knees, gasping for breath as the room spun wildly.

Then, from the shards, her voice echoed, soft but powerful:

“*It was the mirror that lied to me. And now, it’s lied to you too.*”

The reflection—or the real me—was gone. The mirror was just a broken frame now. But the lie it told stayed with me forever.

Because sometimes, the worst lies are the ones we see staring back in the mirror.

END.