Roksan A Narrative Fiction

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I sigh, staring at the light flooding in from the cracks and crevices in the ceiling. The light gave a gentle hue of gold, making the room I’m sitting in seem cozy. One question lingers in my mind, how long have I’ve been here, sitting on this old, rigid wooden stool, in the middle of this room? I get up from the stool, twiddling my thumbs and trying not to vomit from the knots forming in my stomach. I walk over to the shattered mirror that stands to my left. I stare at my reflection, but I don’t see myself. I see some girl, with long silky blonde hair that flows to her shoulder, she stands there with her long and scrawny frame. However, where her face should look gentle and beautiful is a face etched with terror. That girl was trembling and twiddling her thumbs, that girl was me.…show more content…
That girl looked like a lifeless, living shell. I, Roksana Nowak was scared of my own reflection. I turn around, looking at my broken reflection once more. I look so much different, so much older, I look exhausted. The old Roksana was no longer in that reflection, it was someone else. I stare at the ugly old scar on my right cheek and graze my fingers over it. The words echo through my head, You’re the last person alive, Roksana. I look down at the old floor boards, trying to remember every scratch and imperfection I see. Anything to get my mind over those disgusting words, the words that could drive me to my own insanity. I run my hands through my hair in frustration, what do I do now, where do I go? I look up at the crumbling ceiling. No, there was no way that I was the last human on Earth, it was impossible. The fear that once drove me to be better, will probably consume me. Now that one fear could be the one thing that could destroy me. I slumped down on the stool once more and clenched my fists. I couldn’t be the last person alive. Someone else must have survived the epidemic. The epidemic, that disgusting
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