Alterations

I was unsure of what I saw, whether I was in 3rd person or in first. At glances I was through my eyes, staring at myself in the mirror that stood before me. At another glance, I was circling around me, noticing my stare at myself. My jet black jeans and button-up shirt were still on my personal, with my feet unnoticed.
When I saw my reflection, I could see changes occurring. Skin pigmentation would flicker, my shoulder would widen and shrink, my eyes dance between colors, my hair twitching in length. I could see my mouth smiling in one moment, frowning in the next, but ultimately I could see the underlying expression: blank, empty, meaningless.
Behind my reflection I found it peculiar to see sunlight streaming through a series of windows, yet on my own side I was only encased in the darkness. I was unsure of what changes would occur, and what I might become. Horns sprouted in an instant, only to be replaced with hair. Blood stains on my black clothing would become part of an intricate pattern of a tie-dye shirt. I was afraid of what I may turn into in time to pass.
My eyes darted from my reflection towards a blade I now held in my hand, unsure of its origins but aware of its intentions. It was letting me know that if the reflection would ever become too unstable, if it ever would become something that must be stopped, there was always one final solution.