In the house down the road, the large white one, up in the attic there's a mirror they say. Ghosts haunt it said the lady at the grocers, it's eats children said the librarian. The kind lady who lives there says that it holds all the world's treasures and your deepest desires. The little girl's mum said to never visit the lady - she's crazy darling- under any circumstances.
That meant that the girl had to meet her, so the next night during the storm she ran to the door cold and shivering and knocked three times. the lady greeted her immediately gave her hot cocoa and a bath then tucked her into the cosy bed in the attic, you'll be safe here darling. The little girl forgot her mum and friends as drifted off. They were nothing more than a passing memory and breath of cold wind compared to the kind lady's embrace. Every night the little girl slept peacefully every morning she woke up happy. Every night the mirror revelled in her happy ignorance. One day she got a sister, Anylise was her name, she was a year younger and had huge docile brown eyes that shone with happiness. The days pasted by.
The girls grew older till they were no longer girls but women, it was time the kind lady educated them about the ways of the world and the dangers around them, running away was bad-she would get kidnapped-, breaking the rules was bad-mother knows best-, as well as countless other rules such as lying, playing with knives and touching mirrors it was a happy life, restricted and planned but happy none the less, so when Anylise died it was her fault, after al she broke a rule and touched the mirror. She didn't matter anymore since she broke a rule. The young woman got a new sister the next day.
The new girl was weird, she was loud and playful, played with knives and broke countless other rules so why was she not dead, the girl thought of her as one thought of a paradox-an absurd mystery- later on this girl would die too, she tried to leave and run away from the kind lady's generosity. It served her right.
The young woman didn't get any new sisters the next year, or the year after that or the next, until five years past. Her new sister was obedient- the kind lady wouldn't make the same mistake twice- and young. She had short wavy hair that bounced when she walked, she also didn't last a day. within an hour she was dead. knife in chest blood soaking her clothes and pooling around her in a spreading circle of red. She was too weak. And she touched a mirror.
The young woman was curious. The mirror in the attic was the perfect test subject its golden guilt frame and its glass sparkled. Her hand reached out fingertips brushing against the surface. A jolt passed through her body she fell to the floor gasping. She didn't touch a mirror again.
Later on she would get a new sister one who survived and would later tell her to let go and escape. So just like that, they picked up a stone and shattered the mirror.
