An Itch to ScratchChapter 8
Trent stands before the mirror dressed in the costume but without the mask on. He looks at the alarm by his bed. He still has time before needing to head out to school. Taking a few more seconds, he stares at his reflection, seeking deep into those eyes that stare right back at him. Eventually with a sigh, he slips the mask over his head. There is that slight shimmer in the glass and then the reflection takes on a life of its own. ‘What exactly is going on with you?’ Arlyne questions, her...