Into The Mirror

Chapter 10: I knew it!

Mary had warned me that she would hurt my loved ones but I didn’t think it would be so soon. Tears rolled down my face as a million questions paraded inside my head. I slowly made my way towards my dad and removed the bloody gun from his hands, using an old dirty table cloth and made sure there were no bullets left. My dad remained in a state of shock, staring at my mum, as he slowly took in what he had just done to her. 

It was then that I decided I had to tell them about Mary, but I thought it was better to first take care of my mum’s wounded arm and make something for my parents to eat and drink, that hopefully wouldn’t set them into the arguing, shooting frenzy once again. I made my way to the living room and picked up the first aid kit I left there from the day before and took care of my mum’s wound. She looked at me, with an understandable sadness in her eyes. I tried not to cry again but tears refused to stop coming out of my eyes and dropping onto my pyjamas.

I took my parents both to the living room and sat them down on different sofas. My mum trembled and clenched her arm in pain. I was so scared that she could die of loss of blood that I decided I had to call at least an ambulance. I grabbed the wireless house phone and dialled 999 as my heart was racing. 

“999, what’s your emergency?” a police women breathed heavily down the line

“My mum’s been shot on the arm, we need an ambulance as soon as possible” I sobbed

“Okay, can you please tell me your address?” she said in a more caring voice. 

“It’s 29, Clarence Road, Aylesbury” I said, trying to sound calmer.

“We’re on our way, please try to keep her calm and apply pressure to her wounded arm, until the ambulance arrives.” She hung up the phone.

I was trembling but at least I knew what was going on! My parents remained petrified without an explanation as to what was going on.

“Mum, hang in there. Dad, we need to get you to a psychiatrist right now. I know what’s going on but you have to trust me.” I sobbed, still attempting to sound brave and trying to make my plan sound like the smartest one there was at a time like that.

It wasn’t too long before the ambulance came and took my mum to the hospital, but I stayed with my dad to make sure that he would go to see the psychiatrist as soon as they left. I quickly called a taxi to pick us up and ordered the man to take us to Stoke Mandaville Hospital, to the psychiatric building, for an emergency appointment.

To my surprise, we were called in first, as my dad trembled with fear and I tried to look strong. An old lady with long blonde hair greeted us as we walked into the poorly lit room, flashbacks from the night my friends went missing begun coming back into my mind. 

“Hello, my name is Marylyn Anne Stevens and I’m your family’s mental health doctor. Everything you say here is completely confidential and nothing said here can leave this room to anyone apart from us okay?” She spoke softly. 

I nodded, still slightly trembling and wrapped my arms around my dad’s.

“Stay strong” I whispered to him.

“Right then, what would you like to speak about today?” She asked us, looking as if she somehow already knew the answer.

“There was a girl. She had blonde hair and blood all over her dress. All of a sudden she appeared out of nowhere and possessed my body. She controlled me. She made me take my rifle, load it and shoot up to the ceiling above me. As soon as she’d done that I saw her leave my body, laugh and disappear as if she was made of dust. I tried to shoot her but the bullet caught my wife’s arm. My wife’s in hospital in pain. It’s all my fault.” He spoke. I could tell he was visualising what was going on, just by the blank expression in his eyes. He looked right through Marylyn and spoke coldly as he tried to explain all that had happened.

I burst into tears, terrified for my mum's life. I didn't want anything to change, especially anything that could change my family's day to day life.

"Is there anything else you'd like to add, Rosie?" Marylynn asked me, with a chilling voice.

Uneasily and still sniffling , I shook my head, without looking at her in the eyes. Something about her didn't seem right about her so I decided not to say anything in case she used it against me as the police would have to a criminal.

She looked at me with a look as if to say "Good choice" , then looked back at my dad and encouraged him to come back to see her again.

"If you have any other problems do not hesitate to see me, I'll be here for you." She said whilst leaning forward to hold his hand.

"I'm married" My dad proudly replied. "I'll hold my wife's hand when I see her, just please don't hold mine or I'll feel more guilty."

"That's fine. However, if you need someone know I'm here." Marylynn's cold voice spread accross the room and sent shivers down my spine.

 We stood up. I looked at Marylynn in her cold, blue eyes which in some ways looked dead, consequently looked away, then my dad and I left the room. My dad was still weak mentally and physically so I put his arm around my shoulder and let him lean on me to recover as we walked back downstairs. I was about to call a taxi when I realised my phone was gone.

"Stay here dad; I think forgot my phone upstairs in Marylynn's room. I'll be right back." I tried to sound as calm and strong as possible to try to make him feel more secure, and then sat him down in the waiting room downstairs. I'd never seen a 40 year old man so upset to the point tears streamed down his eyes and stained his shirt. I thought that only came from old, psychotic characters in films.

and struggled to let myself believe it was reality and everything I had seen before me was true. I felt like I had been living a dream, or been in a coma for weeks, unable to recover. 

As I entered the lift, I started at my mirror reflection, wondering why I wasn’t dead yet. 

Suddenly, the sound of the lift doors opening made me jump out of my skin, because as they opened, Marylynn revealed herself to me, standing in front of the door. 

“Oh,It’s just you.” I sighed, relieved. 

“Were you looking for this?” She asked me, holding my phone in her hand, loosely by her side, and extending her hand towards me.

“Oh, yes. Thank you.” I gratefully answered, removing my phone from her cold hands.

“Do you know who I really am?” Marylynn coldly interviewed me.

“You’re our family psychiatrist.” I smartly replied trying to not sound frightened.

“Yes, and I’m here to help. I put my number in your mobile so if you ever need me you needn’t be afraid to call.”

I nodded and pushed the button to reach the ground floor again, then took my father to the taxi, which waited for us outside the modern, glass building. Subsequently we made our way home, knowing my mum would be left in the hospital for observation and for a small operation to make sure no real damage had been cause by the bullet.