I stumble over the threshold a tall black table stopping my fall. I look up to see myself in a mirror.
MIRROR!
I move away from it tripping on a rug. I stumble backwards landing on a leather couch. I look around. I know where I am at, my sister’s house. I hear a crash upstairs that makes me jump from my seat and into the kitchen. Another sound, a familiar sound makes me stop dead in my tracks. The sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs landing has my heart racing.
“Come out, come out where ever you are” I feel myself start to shake. I just want to runaway. Hide. Forget. Disappear. I hear the footsteps continue down the stairs.
“The Garage!” my sister’s voice come from upstairs. Her voice gave me new found strength. I run from the kitchen towards the garage; past the bathroom; past the washer and dryer. I open the door and run into a bedroom.
There is a window in front of me, a bed to my left and mirrored closet doors to my right.
MIRROR!
I take a step back falling to the floor. I look around to see bookshelves filled with books and tiny figures. I smell pancakes. I now see that I am in my pajamas laying under a blanket. I touch my wound…still fresh. I get up exiting the bedroom. I turn left down the hall. I follow the delicious smells of breakfast towards the kitchen. I turn right into another hall.
I turn around, it a living room but not the one I was expecting. 1 couch not 2. I look to my left, a kitchen with a tile floor not a wooden one. I look ahead of me. I see my bedroom door, the one I hated going into. I know what lurked behind that door, the room where most of my nightmares took place.
I march towards the door opening it. I enter into that very bedroom. It looks just as it did when I lived there. I see no sun beyond the windows. Night had fallen. I remember that window. How I walked to it, opened the shade and he attacked the window, laughing.
LAUGHING.
I can hear his laughing in my mind. I shake it off as I look down. I see my laptop, the glow of its screen reflecting off the mirror.
MIRROR!
I walk towards it. Memories of it flood my mind. It hurts. The pain and sorrow caused by that mirror. I hold my head as the memories come fast and vivid.
I see something move in that mirror. A hand reached out. I take a step back my eyes grow wide as the white winged one with golden blond hair steps out. He reaches for me.
“Come with me.” I shake my head no. “It’s not safe here!” he sounded worried and something in me believed him. I took his hand and he pulled me into the mirror. It was dark and foggy. I can’t see in front of me. I struggle to keep hold of his hand but I trip, my hand slipping from his. I get up to find myself in a bright green bedroom.
I get up walking around the bed. I open the door to see him. He is standing there, across the kitchen, wearing that same smile he wore years ago. I stand there staring when the door between the kitchen and the hall closes.
I walk to the door and open it walking into blackness……his red eyes in the distance…..
