Eternal

Chapter One: The Mirror Room

I can clearly see an agonizing face in front of a mirror. A sick and horrifying scream was formed on her mouth, but no voice came out. It was then when a bloody hand touched her shoulder, bidding her to come, hide in the sorrowful darkness on that gloomy night. I opened my mouth to scream and call her name, and it awakened me that It was my own reflection which I was seeing; the face of agony. Shiver crawled on my spine, and a repulse for my situation made me think of killing myself. I couldn’t stand the awful view; the prisoners in that mirror room, also tied with the same chain that bounds me. The hand that touched my shoulder urged me to give up the hope of escaping and seeing the light again. I felt a strong desire for death now. No one would escape this torture. No light, no air. If I don’t die at this moment, I would die slowly, and more painful. Suffocated and blind. I was in the middle of nowhere when a deep velvet voice called my name.

  “Francesca...” someone unseen whispered in my ear. A cold breeze touched my skin out of nowhere.

    That was when I thought of my best friend and my love. I remembered his velvet voice in my ear. Images of his face flashed in my head; from the day we met, until the night we were brought and tortured in this chamber. I cried when the images of him when he was taken away from me flashed in my mind. He was taken by a group of three girls. The beautiful ladies. The first one, the one who dragged him away from me was a brunette. Her pale skin glow in the dark. Her red lips were like blood. The second one was blond. She was shorter than the brunette, and the most intelligent of them, I thought, for her ideas were the ones the others obey. She was pale, but her lips were pink. The last one was the tallest. She was a red head, and her hair was down to her small waist. They all have red eyes, red as blood.

   I cringed when a picture of their barred teeth flaunted in my memory. They bit his porcelain neck and the blond stripped her left wrist. When blood was oozing, she let a drop fall on his mouth, and forced him to gulp. Suddenly, a face of agony was his face. He seemed like burning, but nothing was burning him. The brunette carried him away from the room, leaving a terrifying laughter. The blond shut the door forcefully, and the banging made me realize that they made him one of them. A vampire that craves for blood. A vampire that owes lives. A vampire that lives in the darkness.

   That was then when I promised that I will save him and bring him back to me to make him the same person that I knew. I wished that I had enough strength to pull him from the darkness that had swallowed him. My heart started beating when his smiling face appeared in my mind. I decided that I will save him, even if it would cause my own death. I will die, to put him back to life.

   The bloody hand on my shoulder started to faint when my hallucination of killing myself stopped. I felt something warm and wet flowing on my cheeks. Someone tugged my side when I shuddered.

   “Francesca, you’re crying again. What’s the matter?” a musical voice asked me. I looked at her, and her honey eyes mesmerized me. Her angelic face amused me every time I look at her. But, it was clear in her complexion that she was tortured, just like me.

I wiped my tears and smiled bleakly. “Nothing Heleina.”

She smiled back at me. I envy her for that. She can still smile sincerely after the things that she’d experienced in this cell. I looked at the mirror in front of us, and saw a different reflection of myself from the one that I’d known. My purple eyes were no longer liquefying, thus, they looked so cold and hard. The lids of my eyes were circled by purple bruises, due to sleepless nights. My pale face was full of violet marks. My hair that I once adored and cared for changed; the shiny red faded. It was rough. The places in my arms where the chain holds me were blue due to bruises.