Hello guys! Heypips here! (duh haha) Anyways... I've kinda been going through a really bad case of writers block! Yesterday I wanted to start a new project but I realized that I never finish any of the stories I start and I'm really sorrie for that. But... I kinda want to write a story... The thing is... I don't know what to write about... So if you guys could please read the following text and give me ideas for how I could write this story, or how the story could continue? Thank you guys!

I looked in the mirror and I almost didn't recognize the person I had become. I grabbed the sink and leaned in. I studied my face. I had scrapes all over and the scar on my left temple seemed to be popping out; it hadn't been so noticeable ever before. My face was dirty. I looked at my bloodshot eyes, the eyes of a killer and almost cried. My dark brown hair was dirty and tangled.  I didn't look at all like the sweet, straight A student that I had been only months ago. Now I was a fugitive. I was a spy whose mission was to kill the one guy that has ever really shown that he loves me. I was a double agent looking for an escape plan. I didn't know who I could trust anymore. I gripped the sink and scowled. I thought, how did I let myself be turned into this? My chest rose and fell faster as my breathing became faster. I felt my throat tighten as I tried to stop myself from crying. My vision became blurry and the tears began to rain down my cheeks. I felt weaker than ever before. My parents were dead, and so was my brother. I was alone and afraid.

I wiped the tears off my face with the back of my hands. I looked in the mirror and scowled at myself. In that moment I hated myself. I hated myself for not being able to be save my parents from their horrible fate. I hated myself for not being able to stop my brother from being killed. I hated myself for becoming a double agent. I hated myself because I had failed everyone. I made my hands into fists and my fingernails started digging into my palms. Blood started oozing from the inside of my hands. I looked at the mirror once again and punched it with all my strength.

The mirror broke and a beautiful cascade of glass fell around my arms, leaving tiny cuts. My knuckles burned and I knew there had to be glass in them. I sat on the floor, feeling emotionless. I needed a plan fast. I couldn't stay here, although it was my parents' safe house and nobody knew that I was here. I sat in one of the chairs that was in the small living room and thought about my options. I was in the middle of thinking about giving up and turning myself in, when there came a knock on the door and I heard my father's voice coming from the other side.

So this is all I actually have. Now I just need a beginning, a middle,... And an end... Tell me what you guys think about it and if I should start writing a story about this. Thanks guys! You guys are the best!!! 😊😘