A/N: Back to Emily! This first part is in her head BTW. Might get a little confusing. Enjoy!!
My head was dizzy. I didn't know where I was. I opened my eyes, only to find I was standing in a rose garden, and surrounded by mirrors. To my left, right, and in front of me. The garden seemed to go on forever. I turned around, to find one, long mirror. But when I moved my hand, my reflection did not.
"Choose." it said. I jumped back. "Choose." it said again. "Choose what?" I asked. It pointed behind me. There were two people standing there. One was my brother, and the other was Charlie. The sight of my brother again scared me. "Charlie?" I said walking towards him. "Is it...is it really you?" My brother smiled at me. I ran to him. But I hit something first. Glass. That was the only thing now between my brother and I. I began to cry. "Charlie," I sobbed. "I need you. I don't know how I've gotten by without you. I miss you." I pressed my hand against the glass panel. "I need my Charlie back." My brother just smiled at me. "That's your Charlie." he said. I looked over for the first time, and there he was. I ran to him. More glass. "Charlie." I said. he didn't move. "Charlie? Charlie!" I screamed. But he couldn't see me. he couldn't here me either. I turned back to my brother. "But I'm invisible to him." He laughed at me. "He's only invisible if you make yourself."
Suddenly, my reflection grabbed me. "Choose!" it screamed. The roses set on fire. I had to pick. "Choose him." My brother said, tears streaming down his face. I began to walk towards Charlie, when my brother called to me. "One more thing," he said. "When you get home, check the pocket of my stuffed blue whale." I was so confused. "Now go!" he shouted. I ran towards Charlie. I punched the glass, and embraced him. Everything went dark. The fire stopped. I had chosen my boyfriend. I felt the tenderness of his lips as he whispered I love you.
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The Long Journey of Emily B. Harthwan
Teen FictionWhat if I told you That you have the power to change the world Don't believe me? Then listen to the story of Emily B. Harthwan... She can tell you how