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Sometimes when he looked in the mirror, he could see a monster.
A smirking monster, that looked exactly like him.
And then he'd blink, and it would be gone. There would be just him. Just him, the mirror, and his reflection, pale and feverish, staring back at him with wide pinkish-red eyes.
Why was it that he saw a monster sometimes instead of himself? Was he just dreaming, or was he seeing something in himself that was really there?
The thought made him want to retch, but he suppressed it.
He couldn't help the feelings of jealousy. They plagued him constantly, try as he might to repress them. Every time that little...bastard so much as breathed, rage swelled inside of him, and he had to take a deep breath and bring his temperature back down to normal before anyone noticed.
Face turned back to the mirror, he caught his breath at the monster staring back at him, and let out a gasp as it smirked again.