This feeling of nausea soon become nothing but pure fear, I was looking at myself. Beads of sweat came out of every pore on my face.
My eyes, bloodshot, had black bags beneath them, looking like I hadn't slept in weeks. My lips chapped and bleeding.
My skin looked so pale I was convinced I hadn't seen a ray of sunshine my whole life. But none of these insignificant things were the cause of my fear, no, it was the expression on my face.
Pure terror. Thats the only way I could describe it. Tracks of tears ran down my face into the creases of my lips, thats when I saw it. The whispering was coming from me.