I Was the Hero, But She Turned Me Into the Villain

Crack.

The mirror was destroyed.

Thousands of lines appeared on the glass surface, shattering it at the same time, spreading like aimless roots. For a moment, I didn’t know if it was my mind playing tricks on me or if this was really happening, the cracks twisting as if trying to escape.

"Argg..."

A sharp pain shot through my head, the flood of memories not yet over. The pain was so acute that I thought my skull would split open. I fell to my knees, my hands clutching the floor weakly, while a brutal dizziness turned the room into a blurry whirlwind.

Then I felt it.

Something warm dripping from my nose, sliding lazily down my lips, staining my chin.

I clumsily brought a hand to my face. When I withdrew it, I discovered my fingers covered in a crimson so bright it almost seemed to burn.

Blood dripped, splattering the floor, covering the carpet.

My entire body shook—an electric spasm threatened to steal my breath—and then I simply... couldn’t take it anymore.

I collapsed onto my side, my vision failed me, shadows danced and my world went dark.

(...)