Capítulo 24: Chapter 24
Sabrina sat in front of her mirror again, her eyes tired and distant. She had always hated her reflection. The girl staring back at her never seemed right, like something was off. But today was different. She had spent years ignoring it—she'd even stopped looking at herself in the glass. The whole idea of mirrors felt wrong, but now it called to her.
At first, it was just a small movement. A twitch in the corner of her reflection's mouth. Sabrina blinked, but when she opened her eyes again, the smile was wider, stretched unnaturally across the pale face staring back at her. She gasped, stepping back, heart hammering in her chest. The reflection didn't move, but the smile remained. It wasn't right.
The next few days, the same thing happened. The smile would appear. It was like it was alive, waiting for Sabrina to notice it. Then, one evening, when the moon hung heavy outside, Sabrina heard something. A voice. Soft at first, like the whisper of air.
"Why do you keep ignoring me?" It came from the mirror.
Sabrina froze. Her heartbeat slammed against her ribs. She didn't dare move. It called to her again, and this time, she responded.
"I'm not ignoring you," Sabrina whispered back, her voice barely a sound.
The reflection's eyes glinted, and the smile, though still wide, softened. "I'm always here. You never talk to me. You never look."
Sabrina shuddered. "Why do you want to talk to me?"
The mirror's lips didn't move, but the voice was clearer, as if it was speaking directly inside her head. "You're lonely, too, aren't you?"
She was, but she didn't answer. Sabrina hadn't realized it until now, but she had been. Alone. So alone.
The conversation continued. Sabrina would sit in front of the mirror every night, speaking in hushed tones, and the reflection would answer. Sometimes, the voice was comforting. Sometimes, it sounded like something deeper—darker.
Sabrina wasn't sure when it had happened, but one day, she stopped feeling like herself. It wasn't just the reflection anymore. The voice inside her head stayed. It told her what to do. It said she should get closer.
And then, one night, when Sabrina was alone again, she walked to the mirror, her heart in her throat. The reflection wasn't just smiling anymore. It was waiting. Sabrina reached her hand toward it, trembling. Her fingers brushed the cold surface of the glass. The mirror rippled.
The reflection's voice, smooth and sickly sweet, echoed in Sabrina's ears. "Come with me."
And Sabrina did. She stepped forward, feeling her body twist, stretch, bend in ways that weren't possible. Her vision blurred. The last thing she saw was her parents calling her from the hallway, their voices muffled as the mirror swallowed her whole.
The next morning, Sabrina's parents found the room empty. Her bed hadn't been slept in. Her clothes were gone. They searched. They called the police. They cried for years. But Sabrina was never found.
Years passed, and her parents grew older, their faces more worn. They still checked the mirror sometimes, hoping, just hoping. But the only thing they saw was their own reflection.
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