#WritcoStoryChallenge
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand. Alas! had I stabbed myself? No, it doesn't seem like it. I looked to my side and there it was, the red blood flowing towards me like a spill of strawberry juice, immediately I sprang to my feet, surprisingly I don't feel any pain from the swift movement, I asked myself, what exactly is going on? As I looked towards my mirror standing in the corner of the room, it all became clear, there it was, lying on the floor with a stab wound to it's chest, I moved closer and gasped when I saw the figure clearly, Oh Lord! it looks exactly like me and just before the figure took it's last breath, he said to me 'I guess it's really possible for people to get rid of me and that so easily, Adios'. suddenly, I felt like I was washed from head to bottom as if to remove all dirt from me and as I stood there in front of my mirror, I smiled to myself... I had gotten rid of my insecurities!!