The Monster In the Mirror [Thomas Brodie Sangster]

Part 8

I groaned as I woke up in bed, in my head I trusted that everything must have been a dream. I sat up and rubbed my eyes feeling the bed around me but something was different the sheets there silky, soft and new, a soft knitted blanket over me. I opened my eyes and The bedframe Golden and glimmering like new, the window above the bed closed with a beautiful sunrise, the curtains didn't have holes or mold growing on them. The furniture about the room all looked so new and clean, the blue floral wallpaper all still perfectly patten matched on the wall not turned to dust on the floor. I was so confused what happened? Where am I? What on earth is going on?
I froze as I heard footsteps down the corridor heavy and fast, they got closer and closer until they suddenly stopped. I heard the twisting of metal as the door handle opened and the creak of the door as it was slowly pushed open.
"Ahh you're awake" a voice said. And in the doorway holding the doornob stood that man, that I had seen in the mirror that night and so many nights after, who had spoken those strange words to me, who I had seen pulling me along in the broken glass last night dressed in a light blue button down shirt the sleaves rolled to his elbows, a pair of black suspenders over his shoulders, a blue waistcoat not done up all all, a pair of tight black pants, barefoot and he smiled at me fixing his hair slightly "Hello" he blushed
"Hello... What's going on? Where am I?"
"Shhhh. It's alright. You're safe here. Nothing can hurt you here my love" he reassured coming and standing by my bed "may I?" He asks and I nodded so he smiled and sat on my bed by my feet "I know it must seem confusing for you, I promise I will explain it's just... It's rather complicated"
"Who are you?"
"You can call me Thomas" he says "what do I call you?"
"Y/n."
"Y/n, what a beautiful name. Almost as beautiful as you"
"Where am I?"
"Exactly where you were."
"What are you talking about I can't be exactly where I was. Everything is so different"
"I did say it was complicated did I not my love?" He laughs "you are exactly where you were. Same house, same room, same bed."
"Have I gone crazy?"
"No, you haven't gone crazy. This my love is the reflection,"
"The reflection?"
"The other side of the mirror"
"That... That's not possible"
"Here let me show you" he offered his hand, I was so unsure but I took it...