Chapter 87: Eulogy (1)
I am unable to think.
In the mirror, Jane Osmond is staring back at me. She is a stranger. Suddenly, I want to ask her:
“…why did you…”
Why did you make me think of Jonathan as my real brother?
My parents were incredibly kind. Even if your father was a terrible man, pushing you to earn money, trying to marry off his daughter like a piece of property, my parents weren’t like that.
Why am I mimicking your every move? Why are even my smallest habits not my own, but yours? Why does no one, not a single person around me, find anything odd about me?
Should I shout that this is just a game?
I heard laughter. A dark shadow appeared behind me in the mirror. A king with horns, the eyes of a goat, and a black tongue. I felt fingers silently wrap around my neck.
The dark shadow whispered to me.