i awoke to rain splashing on my face. i had no idea what time it was, but the sky was black, and it was cold. i got up off the bench, realizing for the first time how cramped up i was. i hurried in through the garage, and instantly froze. wasn’t the mirror leaning against the glass this afternoon? i gazed at my reflection. my hair was all tangled up in a low bun against the nape of my neck. my face was red, and dripping with rain water. my courage began to build up inside me, but i hadn’t realized until i suddenly blurted “Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody-” i stopped. my conscience began to scream. ‘What the FUCK are you doing!? Do want to fucking die tonight! You’re just really fucking mental, aren’t you?” i slowly backed towards the door, afraid to turn my back to Mary’s world. i twisted the doorknob, and ran upstairs. of course now, i was to scared to sleep. i turned on the televison and channel surfed. around 2:00 a.m. i went up to bed; my eyelids felt like bricks. i stood up, and headed towards my room.