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I… I don’t know what happened after the screen went black last night. Woke up on the living room floor. Phone dead—been charging all night. The scratches are back. Deeper. They burn when I touch them. I remember the mirror. Bathroom one. 3:17 a.m. I was staring at my reflection… and it smiled when …

I… I don’t know what happened after the screen went black last night. Woke up on the living room floor. Phone dead—been charging all night. The scratches are back. Deeper. They burn when I touch them. I remember the mirror. Bathroom one. 3:17 a.m. I was staring at my reflection… and it smiled when I didn’t. Then it spoke. Inside my head. My voice, but wrong. ‘You’re wasting this face,’ it said. ‘Let me wear it.’ It reached through the glass. The mirror rippled like water. I smashed it.