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“I thought I knew you,” she whispered to the mirror. The image inside seemed to taunt her.
“Knew me? You are me.”
“No! No, no, nononononono!” She cried, pulling at her pigtails. She was not that monster.
She. She wasn’t…was she?
Did she destroy them with the news?
Was it her fault?
NO!
Marinette balled her fists, staring at the mirror.
“Go on. I dare you. It’s not like your luck can get any worse,” her reflection cackled.
The laughter echoed around the room, bouncing off the walls and into Marinette, bludgeoning her with the horrendous sound. Before she even knew what she was doing, she had punched the mirror, shattering the glass.
“Seven more years…” the reflection whispered as the broken mirror destroyed the phantom haunting her.
Several members of the family burst into the room, the crash having woken them.
They found a husk of a girl curled in on herself, shaking with silent sobs, surrounded by broken mirrors.
A broken girl with a broken hand and a broken heart.
Surrounded by destruction of her own making. A hint of what was to come.