Aria couldn't look in mirrors anymore. Not without feeling sick to her stomach, not without her heart racing and her hands shaking. She avoided them everywhere she went.
She avoided the bathroom mirror, turning her face away when she brushed her teeth or washed her hands. She avoided the mirror in her bedroom, draping a scarf over it so she wouldn't accidentally catch a glimpse of her reflection. She even avoided the shiny windows at night when they turned into dark, reflective surfaces.
Because every single time she caught her reflection, it wasn't always really her looking back.
Sometimes the eyes staring back at her were darker than they should be, empty and cold. Sometimes the smile on her reflection's face was crueler, more sinister than any expression she'd ever worn. And those moments terrified her more than anything she had ever experienced.
