Your POV:

Aish, I have to use the bathroom. Please tell me there's going to be a rest stop very soon. I have to go really~ badly, I thought. Fortunately, there was a rest stop coming up. Phew, good. I'm not gonna pee on myself then. The moment the bus doors opened, I dashed out before I peed on myself. I ran to the bathroom and felt relief wash over when I let it all go. I did what I needed to, and came out of the stall. I was washing my hands when I realized that nobody else was in the bathroom which is kind of rare for a rest stop.

I walked over to the mirrors in the bathroom and was fixing my hair when suddenly, the mirror cracked right in the middle, over my face. I side-stepped to the right for the other mirror, when this mirror cracked too, this time, over my neck. I started to get a bit scared, two mirrors just cracked on me, over my face and neck. It's because this rest stop is old and the mirrors are worn out. Even though I know that my theory is sort of illogical, I'm trying to keep calm. I went to the other side of the bathroom to look at the 3rd mirror when the moment I stood in front of it, it cracked, now over my heart, and fell apart. A few shards from the shattered mirror scratched at different areas on my arms but I couldn't care less at this moment.

I ran as fast as I could out of the bathroom and that's when I noticed, that the outside of the rest area seemed kinda....gray and lifeless. I didn't notice before since I was so busy holding in my need to go to the bathroom but now that I see it, it's s