The walls around me were covered with mirrors.
I tried not to look into them, but it felt impossible. Finally, my eyes locked with a single mirror. Its brim was complicated in pattern, and the brick-red pain paint was chipped and pealed. As with most mirrors, I saw my face inside. At first I looked as I normally am. A smile on my lips, my hair messy and unkempt. Soon, the image blurred and faded, replacing it, a face like mine. My features looked the same, except, a frown was on my face. Tears were in my eyes. I looked as if anything bad, even something small happened to me, I’d give up completely. A sudden darkness surrounded the image in mirror. Though I heard no sound, the person within the mirror seemed that it did. She covered her ears, her face seeming as if it broke into sob. She fell to her knees, and my face reappeared.
