Mirrors h.s

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A/n: So sorry for the wait!!! Here's a double update though!! Hope you enjoy <3
(This chapter is short, but the next one is pretty long)

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"I'm sorry mom, I can't." my voice echoes around me. Please make this stop. I find myself planted in the same place in the center of my mother's room. The only difference is this time my feet were not glued to the floor, Harry was not behind me holding me still. This time I'm stood on a tall pillar of rock and the rest of the floor is absent. I must stand as still as possible or else I will fall into an endless void of nothingness.

It's surrounding me. Everywhere except the small circumference around my feet is an infinite drop. "Don't move" I tell myself, in fear of falling.

"Mira, they're dying!" My mother cries as she lays in bed like usual. The hollow pit stretches us far apart and I feel a soft gust of wind sway my flyaways back from my face. My stomach twists as I try to keep myself from hurtling over the edge.

"Mom, I can't— I'm so sorry." I plead for her forgiveness. Her worried expression turns to one of anger and I can't help the fact that my insides turn to mush. Feeling utterly hopeless, I crumble under the fury of my mother. I really do wish I could help. I wanted to water the plants but they were dead. The leaves wilted along with mine and my mother's loving relationship. Dead.

"Mira!" She called out my name one last time before I waved the white flag in surrender. The tension in my stomach released.

As I closed my tired eyes I stepped off the mysterious ledge, falling indefinitely. My feet left the platform, and the wind flew through my hair as I began to fall into the void. I was done. I could hear my mother's desperate calls as the darkness surrounded me.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled to myself.

"Mira!" Her voice became more present in my ears and startled me with its proximity.

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I felt a jolt in my body, still being consumed by the feeling of falling except my body was still. I blindly latched onto the most stable thing I could sense, burying my face in its surface. My eyes were pinched shut as I realized I had been dreaming.

I was overwhelmed with confusion as my rapid breaths pumped out of my shaking body. While trying to subdue my hyperventilating, my iron grip dug into the surface of the object of which I was clinging onto so tightly. As the breathing slowed I was able to open my eyes slightly, but the sliver of light that was let in was too much to handle all at once. From the small field of vision that my senses allowed, i was still only able to see black.

The more I focused on the image I grew to realize that it wasn't just any black, it was.... material?? Like cotton. I was puzzled at first until I felt a slight bounce at a constant pace like I was walking.

My stomach churned at the realization that I was being carried. I quickly lifted my head up meeting eyes with the last person who I wanted to see.

"Good morning sleeping beauty," Harry spoke sensually with a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

Becoming more aware of my surroundings, blush crept onto my cheeks noticing that I previously had my face buried into his chest, my arms were still locked tightly around his neck, and he was carrying me bridal style.

Immediately I became flustered by our proximity, growing more uncomfortable by the second. His pace was steady as he walked and I felt the slightest bounce in his step. For all that we've been through I was shocked at his ability to carry my weight all this way.

"W-why are you carrying me?" I slightly push away from him hoping he'll let me down. When I see my hands pressed against his chest I notice the bandages wrapped along my injuries. I almost forgot that I punched Harry.

The slightest smirk pulled onto my lips at the fond memory of fulfilling that wish of mine. I studied Harry's face once more noticing a harsh bruise on his jaw and I winced moderately at the painful image. He didn't seem to mind it though.

"When you fainted," he began with a somewhat annoyed expression on his face. "You lost a good amount of blood, so I figured you'd need some rest." He shrugged. "But the thing is, we don't have time to spare... so here we are."

"Well— let me down." I say expectingly, when he didn't do it sooner. "Please." I add with an anxious gesture of my bandaged hand so he would hurry up. The white bandage was wrapped carefully around each of my knuckles and once along my palm and wrist, giving my left hand relief from the blow. I also noticed how he re-bandaged my other hand from when I cut it on the broken glass— okay maybe I am somewhat clumsy.

"If you say so.." Harry complied, leaning over as he carefully removed his hand from under my legs. He kept his other arm wrapped around my waist for reasons I didn't know until my feet touched the ground.

The soreness in my leg was a shock as soon as I put pressure on it. I fell back into Harry, not expecting so much initial pain. Looking down at the effected area, I saw it was tightly and heavily bandaged— a good thing too because I couldn't stand the thought of sand getting in there.

When I fell into Harry, my chest pressed against his and our eyes locked immediately. His green ones held the slightest bit of concern and mine held confusion and frustration. I pushed away feeling overwhelmed by his presence and everything that's happened, finally gaining control of my legs. Noticing my turbulent state, Harry took a step forward offering me support but I quickly declined.

"I'm fine—I'm fine." I held my hands up infront of me to pause him and he did. I finally got use to the ache of my leg as I balanced out and I felt a cease in hyperventilating. I really need to get a grip.

Harry was calm and for once he respected my boundaries but seemed quite confused by my rash behavior. I was too.

In my dream that was the only occurrence where I could choose my fate. Every time I have that nightmare something physically stops me from being able to please my mother. Whether my feat are glued to the ground or Harry is restraining me— I am never able to reach the dumb house plants. But this time I was held back by nothing but my own choice. The choice was either to suffer or die and I didn't like that the second one was an actual option. I didn't want to take the easy way out but it's like my mind was so overwhelmed to the point where it was better to just give up.

Running my fingers through my hair I tug on the roots letting my head fall back in defeat. I wanted to scream— to just let everything out, but I know that if I do then I will loose control of everything and break down. I need to just stay strong long enough to get out of this.

Taking a deep breath I let everything flow to the back of my mind— the abduction, my family, Nolan, the crash, the electrocution, the cliff, the stitches, my nightmares, Harry. All the pain and strife—flowing down my spine like a rapid stream that I know will pool up the more I hold it in, but in this moment I forget, keenly operating on survival alone. Because I'm not taking the easy way out. I will make it out of this pit of trial.