Jessica dashed out of her room and headed straight to Scott’s door, not taking the time to knock before entering.

“Scott! Scott, wake up!”

Scott woke up with a start, instantly alert. “Jess? What’s the matter?”

“My reflection—it’s moving by itself. And Sky—I blocked him, but he keeps messaging me. The lights flickered, and—”

“Take it easy.” Scott sat up and reached for the lamp. “Start from the top.”

“There’s something really off about Sky. I think he might not be… human.”

Scott's face changed from worried to disturbed. “Jess, you’re freaking me out. Have you been sleeping at all?”

“This isn’t about sleep!” Jessica grabbed his arm. “Come see my mirror. You’ll understand.”

Scott hesitated but then got up. “Alright. Show me.”

They quietly walked down the hallway to Jessica’s room. She opened the door slowly, half-expecting to find flowers growing from the walls or Sky standing in the middle of her room.

Everything seemed normal.

“See?” Scott said softly. “It’s just your room.”

Jessica moved closer to the mirror. Her reflection mirrored her movements exactly.

“I swear it was different before,” she murmured.

“Stress can lead to hallucinations, Jess. When was the last time you got a full night’s sleep?”

She couldn’t remember. Ever since she started talking to Sky, her sleep had disappeared.

“Maybe you’re right,” she finally said. “Maybe I’m just really tired.”

But as they were leaving, Jessica noticed some movement at the edge of the mirror. A flash of pale skin and dark hair that didn’t belong to either of them.

“Did you see that?” she whispered.

“See what?”

The mirror looked normal again.

The next day at school, Jessica felt like she was walking through fog. Her reflection problems had worsened—every mirror, window, and shiny surface showed her image slightly off. A blink too late here, a smile lingering too long there.

“You look terrible,” Naya remarked as she sat down next to Jessica at lunch.

“Thanks. You really know how to boost a girl’s confidence.”

“Seriously though, are you okay? You’ve been acting strange for weeks.”

Jessica picked at her sandwich. “What do you mean by strange?”

“Distant. Secretive. And yesterday, I swear I saw your reflection in the bathroom mirror blink when you didn’t.”

Jessica's head shot up. “You saw that too?”

“So it is happening.” Naya leaned in closer. “Jess, what’s going on?”

For a moment, Jessica thought about telling her everything: Sky, the rose, and the messages that kept coming even after she blocked him. But how could she explain something she didn’t understand herself?

“I think someone is stalking me,” she finally admitted. “Online.”

“Who is it?”

“Someone I met on Friendsbook. His name is Sky.”

Naya frowned. “I’ve never heard of Friendsbook.”

“It’s a new social media just for teens.”

“Jess…” Naya took out her phone. “I can’t find any app called Friendsbook.”

Jessica felt a wave of worry. “What do you mean?”

“I mean it doesn’t exist. Look.” Naya showed her the results from the app store. Nothing came up.

With trembling hands, Jessica grabbed her phone. The Friendsbook app was right there on her home screen, but when Naya looked at it, she frowned.

“I don’t see it.”

“It’s right here.” Jessica pointed to the icon.

“Jess, you’re pointing at an empty space.”

Jessica stared at her phone screen. She could clearly see the small icon with a stylish letter F, but Naya insisted it wasn’t there.

“I think you should talk to someone,” Naya said softly. “Like a professional.”

That night, Jessica sat on her bed, staring at the Friendsbook app. If Naya couldn’t see it and if it wasn’t in the app store, what was going on?

She opened the app and went to Sky’s profile. Even though she had blocked him, his messages kept coming through.

*Sky: You can’t hide from me, Cinderella.*

*Sky: I’m part of you now.*

*Sky: Look in the mirror. Really look.*

Jessica glanced at her bedroom mirror. Her reflection looked back at her, but something seemed off about its eyes—they were too bright and too aware.

Then her reflection mouthed words that Jessica didn’t say:

“Help me.”

Jessica stumbled backward. “What the heck?”

Her reflection’s mouth moved again: “He’s not the only one here.”

“Who else is here?” Jessica whispered.

Her reflection indicated something behind her. She turned around, but her room was empty.

When she looked back at the mirror, someone else appeared.

A girl, pale and thin, stood just behind Jessica’s reflection. Her dark hair hung in limp strands around her face, and her eyes looked empty and desperate.

The girl spoke: “My name is Hazel.”

Jessica's phone buzzed with a new message that wasn’t from Sky.

*Unknown: He traps girls to feed on their souls. You’re not the first one.*

*Unknown: The rose he gave you—it has part of your soul now. Break it before the blood moon, or you’ll end up like me.*

*Unknown: Caught in the glass.*

Jessica glanced back at the mirror. Hazel was still there, tears flowing down her pale cheeks.

“How many of us are there?” Jessica whispered.

Hazel raised her hands. First five fingers. Then five more. And then again.

Fifteen girls.

All stuck in mirrors.

All consumed by something that called itself Sky.

Jessica's phone buzzed again.

*Sky: You’ve met Hazel. Don’t believe her.*

Jessica's hands trembled as she typed back:

*Jessica: What are you?*

*Sky: I’m love, Cinderella. Eternal, consuming love. The kind that never lets go.*

*Jessica: You’re a monster.*

*Sky: I’m not a monster… I’m here to save you, Cinderella. I’m your knight in shining armor.*

The mirror started to ripple like water. Hazel pressed her hands against the glass from inside, frantically saying, “Break the rose! Now!”