"Yibyeol! Hows the day?"
I shot my head up and searched around.
It was the same voice I heard for the past few weeks.
Told my mom about it and she called a doctor afterwards.

"Yibyeol! What are you doing?"
I stood up and looked around.
I'm pretty sure that, I'm not alone in this room.

"Yibyeol-ah! You look pretty today!"
I'm pretty sure someone is watching me.

"Yibyeol! Gotta go!"
And I'm pretty sure that I'm not crazy.

And for some reason, I'm pretty sure that...

The mirror talked to me.