Shattered Mirror [Rewriting]

Epilogue

On the weekend after her release from hospital, Corliss sat at her desk with her fingers poised above her laptop keyboard. She'd promised herself after a few days of mourning and trying to fall back into routine, she would resurrect her heroes and give them the glory they deserved by penning her coma dream into a novel. Now that she was attempting it, however, hesitance had turned her to a statue.

"Why is this so difficult? Just write!" Liss chastised herself, urging her finger to press the power button but she couldn't bring herself to repeat the tale of what had happened to her. It felt wrong, writing a story about herself or even basing a character on herself. In how many places had she read what poor writing it was? Unless it was an autobiography, it just wasn't right inserting herself in a story. And calling her coma dream an autobiography would land her in the psychiatric ward at a hospital she would rather not return to. Not even Nom, who believed a lot of her uncharacteristic and unrealistic stories, deemed her dream anything more than that. A dream. Grinding her teeth together, Liss jabbed the power button with such force she was half afraid she'd break it and when the laptop didn't switch on, her heart started doing backflips in her chest. "Oh no, no, no!" the writer glared at her laptop screen, pressing the power button repeatedly and hoping vainly it would randomly turn on. Feeling her heart lodge in her throat, she quickly flipped the device over and pulled the battery out, counted to ten and tried again. Nothing happened. Liss attempted weakly to even her breathing but her laptop was one of the most important devices to her and if it was broken...How would she give glory to the characters she so desperately wanted to be in touch with again? How would she do anything? "Charger. Where the heck is the charger?" her hands practically tossed everything off her desk and out the drawers before they snatched for her laptop bag but in her haste to get to it she ended up dropping it several times over, the last time seeing the bag landing upside down. Its contents spilled on the floor and Liss let out an audible impatient groan, getting on her hands and knees to stuff the bits and bobs back into their respective places. If there was one thing she needed in impeccable order it was her laptop bag but that didn't dull the nervousness and frustration battling for dominance in her ribcage. Her haste saw her fail to return an item to its place several times over but when everything was cleared and the cloth she placed over her keyboard was neatly folded and back in its compartment, she reached under her desk for the power point to plug her charging cable in. Liss' hand found the familiar plastic and she pulled it out, brushing the contents of her desk aside in the process but the plug never found the socket, her eyes locked on what had come out from under her desk with the power point. "Oh...oh shit..." Liss could barely breathe as she sat back, her heart faltering in the process in both surprise and excitement. Glinting on the floor in the lowlight of her room was a dagger. A very familiar silver dagger with a rose-shaped ruby for a pommel.