Saving victoria

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sprawled across his bed Todd was staring at his palm, the wound was close to healing even though it's only been a few days since He got the stitches. Looking around He sighed in comfort. His room was decorated with the thought of warmth in mind.

The walls were painted maroon and the floor was Sydney blue gum hard wood. The baseboards and crown molding were black while the ceiling was white. A bay window could be seen on the right as soon as you enter the room, dark red and black pillows placed upright lining the inside of the window seat. The bed was on the opposite side the foot of it facing the window while the head was against the wall. The sheet and pillows that covered the bed were the same aesthetic of the rest of the room as well as the large rug that lays in the middle of the room.

Todd has been in the same position for hours only getting up to use the bathroom and coming back and laying in the same spot. He was out of it, his mind was was in complete stasis for the rest of the day, processing the incident now since he had no time to.

Todd blinked twice before he rolled into a different position, seeming to finally finish processing everything that happened to him a few days ago.

Todd looked across his room to the furthest wall we're his mirror hung, the same wall that had the entryway. After the bathroom incident nothing has happened, He tried slipping his other hand through the mirror multiple times but nothing happened, he didn't even see the women in the mirror or his dreams. He always doubted that what happened wasn't real, that he just imagined it or it was a dream but his stitches proved him wrong over and over.

Even if he had physical proof he still wouldn't fully believe what happened. Magic was gone something like that wouldn't be possible without it. But he also believed that maybe some force in the universe probably wanted him to experience it, even if he was stabbed...maybe he was a little special. Todd quickly shook his head at the thought, "maybe the universe was playing a trick on me" he laughed out loud, trying to make a joke out of it.

He was about to look away from the mirror until He saw something, hair, moving in the clear glass. Todd immediately got up and made his way to the mirror. He got close enough to see the wavy sight of blonde hair but, it wasn't the same same straight blonde he saw before, this type was wavy and dirty blond. He was hesitant at first because of what happened before but Todd reluctantly reached in the mirror using his left hand this time.

The first thing Todd felt was cold air surrounding his fingers, the feeling made it's way up his arm as He shoved it deeper into the rippling surface. His arm wandered through the air trying to feel any kind of warmth in the unidentified space. As time went on it noticeably got colder, the chilly air attacking him, trying to get underneath his skin to freeze him to the bone.

The temperature kept dropping, getting more unbearable for todd's arm to be kept inside so He decided to pull out, until He felt the first hint of warmth caress the back of his hand. Todd let his hand wander toward the warmth, the temperature got warmer as it got closer to the source touching something that felt like human skin. Todd pulled back a little, a bit startled from the contact of what he hoped was human skin. He kept his arm still, touching the skin when he felt something grab his hand, it was another hand, it felt slender and was warmer than the air. when it felt like He had a good grip on what He assumed to be another person, Todd began pulling.

At first Todd was easily pulling the other out the mirror but, when he could see the others wrist he started struggling significantly. A minute pass and He continue to struggle with pulling the person out, the most He got to was their elbow. He was unsure if he could do this so he began to yell for help. Todd soon stoped yelling because no one was coming," is no one in the cottage right now, I get that we still have school but no one has a break or something."

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