Mirror

Short story a day, makes you feel happy! Time-killing piece, as usual.
== Story ==
Mirrors.
According to physics, mirrors are flat surfaces that allow light to reflect on it, protruding the light to our eyes. The virtual image, behind the mirror. Everything makes sense, and I feel that too.
As usual, back to home after a tiring day at school, I pick up my smartphone, rush into the toilet, and sh*t as I play my favourite game, Minecraft. Yeah, perfect way to solve my issue of being bored in the bathroom.
"Finally." The "pooping" is finally over. I stand up, flush it, pick up my phone, and wash my hands. I am fighting against a creeper, so I decide to hand over my controls with my right hand, and starts washing my left hand.
I look at the mirror.
Something's wrong.
My reflection is holding his phone with the left hand, and washing the right hand.
Opposite from what should be normal.
My reflection smiles, grins sinisterly.
A slight breeze blows the door opened, I look outside, no one is here.
My printer starts up on its own. The Canon Inkjet, keeps spewing out paper. Dozens of paper fly off the tray, spreading themselves on the floor. They all have different images, all of them, me.
Pictures of me walking in the street are printed; Pictures of me dozing off at school are present. Some are rear ones, some are taken above me.
My image in the mirror continues to smile.
In Minecraft, my avatar is cut apart by zombies, blown up by a creeper. I do not have enough brainpower to care about this. I am too preoccupied.
In the mirror, my image pulls a knife behind his back. He makes a quick slice on the artery on his wrist.
Before I know it, a slash materializes on my skin. Blood sprays out from it.
"Please, no, please don't..."
I try to make a move, but my body is not responding.
In the mirror, my reflection drops the knife, while pulling out something else, still grinning...
"Flashing news: A 16-year-old teenager is found to be murdered at the bathroom. All his ankles, and bones, are all crushed. He lays in the middle of the toilet, blood spraying everywhere from his artery. His hand was in a fist, probably a sign of trying to fight back, but his fist was stabbed by broken glass shards, due to he punching the mirror. Now, our reporter..."
Category:Triarch
Category:Creepypasta