White.

Snow maybe.

No, it isn't snow. What is it?

The whole surrounding felt foggy, and the thin layer made it look like a wall.

Flapping my eyelids, I sat up and saw a person standing in front of me. Black long hair with big black eyes, the height is same as me.

I could not feel any air, nor there was anything visible, nothing. Just fog.

I turned my gaze toward her again. She hadn't blink since before. With her dry lips and soulless eyes her gaze stayed still.

I furrowed my eyes and asked. Nothing came from my mouth. Shocked, I touched my mouth, and felt my own touch was cold like ice.

Looking at my hands, it looked same as the person before me.

Then I realised, I don't have a tongue. But I used to sing. Why don't I have it? Where is my voice?

So many questions clouded my mind when the crimson metallic liquid dripped from her mouth.

Why isn't she feeling anything? Isn't it hurting?

There wasn't any movement in her body, it felt like a skin without soul. An empty shell only looking at me, not even blinking for once.

I felt some presence of a warm substance on my bare chest. Looking down I saw, blood.

I found the source is my throat, which had a large and sharp wound, and blood falling down from my there to my feet like a river.

The river of blood connected with the blood of the person in front me.

I looked her throat has a deep cut too. She wasn't a person. She was Me. Mirror image of mine.

Now, I remember, David.

He was there. He was with me. Talking with me, smiling.

His smile flashed his confidence. We chatted. Chatted about college, chatted about his family, my family.

He said his dad died of an accident. It was sad he lost everything after his dad died. I felt so sad.

The first time I saw him on the club I had a crush on him. He even took me to a date.

That was our first date. He wore a royal blue shirt. He was stunning. I felt my cheeks warm when he kissed me that night.

Night.

Right, that night. He took me to his room. It was dark. It was empty only had one king-sized bed with a white sheet. He took me in his arms, his embrace felt like summer.

His kiss was exotic. He undid my clothes while looked at me with intensity. I felt hiding from his scrutinizing gaze.

He started undid his belt and tied my hands with the bed above me. I was lying under him hiding from my shame from the darkness that coated the room.

A smirk creeped on his face when I felt a hard sting on my left cheek. It burned my skin when my tears found its way onto it.

Surprised with the sudden darkness in his eyes I tried to scream but he held my tongue and cut it with a knife.

Blood splattered out from my mouth that I choked on my own blood while I screamed in agony. My heart thumped like it could burst out from my chest ribs.

I felt my world crashing down in an earthquake. The memories broke into a million shattered pieces of glass.

Where was David?

No matter what I tried to do to free myself, his grip on my neck was hard and his body on me made me suffocating.

I wanted to know, why?

He laughed devilishly and said, "Dolly, I never wanted you to suffer, but I need you to feel the pain. You were so egoistic. Because of you, she killed herself. You were arrogant for your singing, and you had money to buy them. You cheated. You caused my Nina so much pain, Dolly."

I cried when he placed the big knife on my throat. Scared. I was pleading. I wanted to tell him, I never cheated. My dad wanted publicity for his company, so he donated a big amount but never once asked them to make me the winner of 'National Singing Competition'.

I knew. It was the end. I knew I won't be able to tell him, I didn't cheat. I knew I loved him. Maybe just for three months. But I loved him.

I didn't scream only my tears were rumbling.

"Don't cry Dolly, we had a great time. I won't make you suffer anymore. Soon, it will be over."

Vengeance in his eyes, but I saw a little sadness in them. Was it for me, David?

I'll never know.

"We'll meet again in the afterlife. I will find you there and I will kill you again and again. I promise."

I will be waiting for you, David.

His last sentence I heard before the darkness consumed me.

"It's our little promise. The promise of vengeance."