Carrie scratched her head. A nurse? How old was she? Nurses were something babies had. Carrie climbed out of the bed and walked into the bathroom. She turned and looked in the mirror and squinted at the reflection there. It was her face, but at the same time, it was not her. Her skin was far more perfect than she remembered it ever being. She had sculpted eyebrows that even she was jealous of. She pushed her hair out of the way to examine the bandage, and was immediately distracted by the fact that the scar she had gotten jumping off the bed when she was 6 was gone.
She felt her eyes filling with tears. She pressed on her skin looking for the scar. She was really frightened. If this was a dream, why wasn’t she waking up? Where were her scars? She couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks. She looked into the mirror to see her face again, to try and find the scar at the hair line, and gasped.
Her brother's face was staring back with tears rolling down his cheeks. He was but a shadow in the glass, but she could see him with amazing clarity.
“Eddie?” she asked the mirror. She looked at him; her stupid older brother was wearing a black suit and black tie and looked groomed like he never was. “Eddie!” she called, placing a hand on either side of the mirror. He still didn’t answer her; he smeared away the tears on his cheeks. “Edward! What the hell is going on! Eddie!” she screamed at the shadow.
She saw her mother walk into the room behind Eddie. Carrie gasped; mom was dressed in back, and she had clearly been crying as well. Mom walked up to Eddie and said something to him, adjusting his tie. He swatted her away gently, and she sighed. Mom left the room slowly, and Eddie turned back to the mirror. She screamed at him one more time, “EDWARD!” He touched the mirror, and sighed. He turned and started to walk away.
She slammed her hands on the mirror. “EDDIE! Come back! Eddie!” Carrie screamed. “EDWARD! Come back! Don’t leave me!”
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