The Girl in the Mirror (A DOCTOR WHO FANFICTION)

Chapter Two

I never heard from the girl in the mirror until the next year.
The next year was long and boring, as far as I can remember, and no event passed with any excitement. That was until THE night, on the fourth of June I noticed something odd. The feel of the air was more...threatening. The timber on all the doorways felt softer and mellow. The lamps were constantly switching off and then on again. Something wasn't right and I think Dad was just as suspicious as I was.
The moment I realised something was wrong, though, I rushed to my bedroom, which was now painted light green, witches on the lights and took a look around. My bedroom looked the same, but it wasn't until I looked at the mirror that my blood ran cold.
A message in red was scrawled onto the mirror. And in the mirror was the girl who I had seen last year, not a day had she aged. And there was a cut on her arm, that ran from her elbow to her fist. The message was written in blood.
ᎽᎾuᏒ sᎥsᏆᎬᏒ
mᎽ fᎪmᎥᏞᎽ
ᎳᎬ hᎪᏉᎬ ᏆhᎬ sᎪmᎬ ᎠᎥffᎬᏒᎬᏁᏟᎬs
hᎬᏞᏢ mᎬ
hᎬᏞᏢ mᎬ
I stared at the message for a few more seconds, before my fingers reached out to touch the mirror. It was cold under my touch, but I felt a power rush through my veins. Something so exotic, I couldn't help but keep my fingers there for a few more seconds. Suddenly, it was like my whole body had turned on fire and then all of a sudden I was falling. My head hit the wooden floors (where it had just barely missed the carpet) and make an awful cracking sound.
I touched my head for a second, my eyes dizzily trying to focus on something. Warm blood tricked down my finger where I had touched it.
Oh gosh... What should I do? I wondered to myself. If I told Dad, he could be in as much trouble as I am. But if I don't, I could get seriously hurt.
I slowly shook my head.
Perhaps this was a bigger issue. Maybe I needed to call the police or try to get help.
I sat up in a cross-legged position and grabbed my small junky laptop from my desk. As I waited for it to load, I glanced above the computer screen, only to find Daughter of Mine staring down at me with menacing eyes. I gulped.
Once the laptop had finally loaded, I went onto my emails, 'Darcy.887@kidsemails.com.au
And clicked on the button, send to 'Help'. It was an automated system so I did not need to find an address for any 'Help'.
I quickly typed a message:
Hello,
I'm Darcy Wilson, and I've got a problem with my miror.
Please helP me. Their is a girl stuck in my miror and I'm not shore what to do.
Please help.
Darcy Wilson
P.Z. I live in Woolingford Street, Kaha, Mintford.
I pressed send, gathered all of my belongings and got out of that room as quickly as possible. I slept with Dad hat night.