On the other side of the room, stood a man that looked like myself. It was me! It had my facial features, my height, my hair, and everything. 'I' stood there, showing no emotion, shuddering occasionally. I went over to myself and whispered, "Hello?" He tilted his head to my direction and stared at me with his lifeless gaze. I woke up on my bedroom floor. Lying in front of me was a broken mirror, and my hand was drenched in blood.