It all happens way too quickly.

First, goes the screaming. More as Theodore is screaming as if he's been shot and Sherry is at the doorway, cackling like a witch.

There is a gun in her hand which surprises me because if the old fashioned rounded dress and her powdered makeup. A shiny metal handgun definitely didn't fit the cobblestone floors and old fashioned shackles.

She calls on me, the girl. For a split second her body is limp and I feel the warm blood soaking from her too me.

I look down and see a puncture wound in my stomach.

That's when I fall to the ground, dropping the girl as we both fall like rag dolls.

I begin to cough blood. Internal bleeding. There is a loud dining in my ear as I face the cobble Stine, too limo to get up.

What the hell is going on?

That's the moment when I hear another gunshot.

Theodore let's out a cry in pain as the bullet hits him.

I black out from the loss of blood.

I wake up in a white room, wondering where everyone is.

I feel myself being to cry out in pain. I look down to see their is a wound, blood pouring out of me.

I look around and see one wall is a picture.

One of my bedrooms, yet it seems to realistic.

It's a window.

from the angled point of view and glossy surface I come to a sudden conclusion.

I'm in the mirror.