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>That isn't your face.
>You stare at the mirror and it stares back, your shocked expression painted across a distorted canvas. You can't ignore it - not when every slight motion screams a thousand unfamiliar signals down your nerves. It made you want to scream, but you wouldn't even recognize the sound. So you just sit in front of the mirror, staring at the creature reflected within it.
>That isn't your face. It can't be. Everything about this situation is- it's insane. Impossible. Wrong. You feel crushed, squeezed into a shape that's far too small, that refuses to move the way you tell it to. They say you'll be fine, that they'll help you. You don't want their help. You want to go home. But you can't. There's nowhere you can hide, no familiar place of comfort you can retreat to, nothing you can do to put any distance between yourself and this impossible situation you've found yourself in. Because no matter what you do, no matter where you go, there's always a reminder. You feel it in every muscle, hear it every time you speak, taste it on an unfamiliar tongue. And you see it in the mirror, even when you look away.
>That isn't your face. But it's the only one you have left.
