Derek
*Derek*
“No,” I whispered. “You are not real, you are only in my head,” I stammered. I took the bottle of soap close by and threw it at the mirror. “Stay away from me.” I yelled but he laughed out loud.
“Like I said earlier Derek, you are pathetic,” a smile curved on his lip. I got the creeps as I threw anything that my hands could lay hold on, including the tissue paper at him, yet he didn't leave.
“Just give up Derek, because I am not only coming for your pack but I am also coming for your son,” he said. I was so furious as I clenched my fist and ran up to the mirror. I punched and dragged every piece. I was cut in the process with blood dripping down my hands but I didn't stop until I had shredded every last mirror piece from the wall.
“I am coming Derek, I am coming for eve
