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The voice wouldn't leave him now. As he sat in the chair, his arms hugging his
legs the voice, Mr. Black wouldn't stay lock in the secret place. He stagger out of his chair. The lights were still on he didn't like the dark he manages to make it to bathroom splashing the cold water from
the sink onto his face he tried not to look at the mirror. Kill,kill.

"I can't." he said, splashing more water on his face his hands trembled.

Coward let me out. I do it.

"No." he said, weakly a single tear fell down his face.He turned off the water and dry his face with towel from the wrack and walk slowly back into the bedroom his head began to ache.

Look in the mirror! he tried not to obey, but he did he always did what Mr.Black wanted
in the end.