I'm Fine [BoyxBoy]

I'm Fine Chapter One

Authoress' Note: I know, I know. I had been hiatus for so long. I know this fault of mine, but do forgive me. I have many school works that I cannot abandon that easily. But I missed writing fanfictions. It feels as if there's something missing in me when I don't get to type even a single word on a fanfiction of mine.

So yeah, you must be thinking: 'A new Fanfic again, doesn't she get tired?'

I don't.

I love pleasing my readers. I love making you guys feel a lot of emotions. I love writing.

That's why I'm bringing new fanfiction of mine to life as I try to think of updates for the other fanfictions I've written.

I hope you will enjoy this one as well!

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"I'm Fine"

Summary: There was a magical mirror in my room. Only I could see it. They said that once I place my hand on it, I will fall into a world and will never be able to come back in our world again. Behind this mirror are the things I've been seeking. Once I enter this new world, will it be too late to regret my decision?

CHAPTER ONE:

Back when I was just five years old, a magical mirror appeared right beside my closet. I thought it was purposely placed there, so I went and ignored it.

I was the type of kid who loved reading instead of playing outside with kids my age, so I was ventilated inside my room. I was always inside if we didn't need to have a gathering or bonding together with my parents.

More years passed, and I had noticed how the mirror grew about three inches every birthday of mine.

When I was ten years old, it was almost as big as me. I still ignored it because I thought my Mom was doing this trickery on me.

Since our family members weren't really that close, I began to love mystery books, and slowly my misdirection developed to the point that even my own parents couldn't notice my existence when I was just right beside them.

I was always in my room, blanket covering my back as a book laid in front of me. My eyes scanned each page, as I tried to play the scenes in my head, and imagine everything that was happening.

My fourteenth birthday came, and the mirror was now much bigger than me. It was now a full-length body mirror with vintage, curly designs surrounding it. I was just fourteen, so when I finally decided to care about this mirror, I approached it and touched its' wood-made parts. It was as if I was electrified, so I quickly pulled my hand away and took steps backward in fright.

I blinked, and finally saw the energy the mirror was emitting. It was dark, scary and dull. But at the same time, it felt exciting, unique and mysterious. I was drawn to touch it until as if a voice inside my head stopped me from doing so. That was when I turned, and chose to ignore it again.

Seconds.

Minutes.

Hours.

Days.

Weeks.

Months.

Almost a Year.

And every single day, the things I see inside the mirror grew from being only colors to figures to people to things to cities until it showed me a world, then a person and sometimes, even the cherry blossoms that existed inside.