The Battle Against Herself
she tried to fight back, but it fought harder.

Staring back at me through the glass of the mirror was someone I could not recognize. This girl staring back at me - she wasn't different at all. She was me. She was actually me. Yet, she wasn't. Staring back at me was the shell of what I once was, but the emotions she carried inside of her- that's where we divided. She was the shell of what once was. What could've been. Staring back at me through the glass of the mirror was someone I destroyed a long time ago. Someone whom I must say goodbye.
The old me.
About the Creator
'Lissa Stufflestreet
I'm just a daydreaming college student who's been manifesting becoming a writer since I was five. I never stick to just one writing genre (and typically write dark content). | she/they
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Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
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On-point and relevant
Writing reflected the title & theme


Comments (2)
Hi Lena Nice one small, crisp and engaging, GOOD Work!!! As you are good at horror stories I would like you to read my story "The Unseen Terror: A Tale of the Third Floor" and give me some insights to improve it.
Great work! Fantastic job!