The Mirror

Chapter 1

You could hear and see how cold the boy was. His teeth ricocheted off each other. His eyelashes looked stained white with ice and snow. It was as if a snowboarder had just frosted him in the face with ice, or he had just been hit by a blizzard. His lips have a blue tint, his v fingers are so red you would think he had just played in red paint, or he had taken the color from a beautiful red rose. His mother loved red roses, she said that is what his father had gotten her when he was born, right before he left. You would think she would hate roses now, but she keeps them everywhere in the house. on the windowsill on the tabletop in the bathroom, the garden, and her bedroom. She only keeps artificial roses; she says that once a rose has been taken from its bush it's ruined so she only buys the artificial ones and sometimes even looks at the real ones with disgust. She also says that about her family once one leaves it's never the same. even if the person never physically leaves, they just change. Thinking about roses did not change anything. 0 was still freezing and He's still, gods know how far away from 14's house. 0 regrets a lot, he regrets not listening to his mom, he regrets not completing his schoolwork earlier he regrets not taking up his mother on her offer to go to the store, and most of all he regrets not borrowing his sister's car, he may have had frozen in there but at least he would have gotten to 14's house quicker. 0 finally starts to see the warm goldish lamppost outside a house. He hoped it was someone’s house one that might let him in, and that they had not fallen asleep. 0 had never run faster in his life, once he had made it to the door, it was looming over him. He repeatedly knocked, hoping they had not fallen asleep. He was so thankful that someone had answered. the shock on the woman’s face was undeniable, well who would not be shocked when you see a teen who looks like he had just been dragged through a snowstorm show up onto your doorstep, she quickly let the boy inside and dragged him to the fireplace in the room next to the doorway, she left him there to grab a towel. 0 guessed she had gotten a towel from the rack in her bathroom. He looked around the house and he was honestly not surprised, the inside was beautiful, there were long drapes, and the floor was dark hardwood. The woman had just made some hot soup and it was still very fresh and warm with some greens floating on the top. It was some chicken soup. He took the soup gratefully, sipping it while he sat down next to the fireplace. thanking the woman once more he had set his soup bowl down in the sink. He offered to help her wash the dishes in her sink before he left. She immediately disagreed and had told him he could call his mother and stay the night. He took the woman’s phone and dialed his mother’s number, she had picked up on the first ring, asking him where he was, if he was safe and what had happened, he told her the entire story. After the phone call with his mother, he followed the woman to the guest bedroom. The guest room looked like his mother's room with red roses, only they were real red roses and there were some other kinds of flowers on the right bedside table. There was a biggish desk in the corner of the room, a notepad, pens, and a lamp with some flowers in a pot next to it. There Was a soft rug halfway under the bed. The other half sticking out was white and incredibly soft and fluffy. There was a large bookshelf with what seemed like millions of different books on it. He asked the woman if the door in the bedroom was a bathroom. and asked if it would be okay if he took a shower before he went to rest. He took a quick but hot shower, and the woman had given him some clothes before he went in. He came back out fully dressed in a t-shirt and some shorts. He grabbed the sheet and pulled them off the bed a little and got in, the bed was warm and comforting, he felt as if he was gently grabbed and cradled into a deep sleep. He woke up a little later in the night to some sobbing, he fixed the socks on his feet and went downstairs, he found other women on the couch hugging each other and crying. Looking at the TV, it was paused, and the captions read,” Mr. Stark, I- I don't feel so good.” After a few seconds, the women noticed him standing there, looking completely dumbfounded. They snickered before inviting him to the couch. Ready to finish the movie and get to the next one. After binge-watching the entire series until they were sobbing and able to recite it word by word. They finally all fell asleep on the couch, a blanket covering them all. He woke the next Moring, the couch empty, a note on the table. It read “sorry kid we had to buy some things; we left some food in the oven if you'd care to have some. We should be back at 14:30, don’t worry too much.

- 09 and 01 :)"
sighing at the women's antics he stood and grabbed the food from their oven and sat back down on the warm side of the couch. After he had finished eating it was around 30 minutes until they got back. He washed the plates and bowls of left-over food from the night before. Cringing when he touched soggy food in the sink. He was done when the ladies came back