Be Happy

Epilogue

I didn't know where I was going, just that I could only go forward, as the pure white walls behind me led to nothing.
I could see a door directly ahead of me and the frame of another to it's left. Something told me I needed to enter the one ahead of me, so I obeyed the instinct and kept walking. My pearl-colored shoes, only slightly dirty, hit the floor softly, just barely muffling each step. The sound was pleasant in my ears.
I trailed my finger along the rough, porous wall, not particularly liking how it scraped my skin, but enjoying the sensation of something solid and grounding. When I tapped my nails against the stone, a sound like plastic echoed around me, not quite the sound of the brick it appeared to be. How strange.
My feet stopped inches from the door. My breath gently caressed the dark wood, my simple green eyes observed the natural etchings. It was somehow calming. The knob itself was cold in my hand, but it didn't bother me in the slightest. I shared my heat with the lonely object and opened the door slowly
Inside of the room was more white, except for the colors of my own self, reflected in a single mirror, and a flash of silver from a chair resting in the corner. The chair's body was sadly just as pale as the light switch above it.
I looked at myself for a moment, taking in the dark brown waves cascading passed my shoulders, my curious verdure eyes, my sun-kissed skin, the familiar dark pink lips with a defined cupid's bow. My colors were the ones that brightened this place, not all this white. The thought made me smile, but I couldn't entirely place why.
In time, my reflection and I stepped forward, stopping in the center of the room. She looked as hopelessly clueless as I did, but I wondered if we shared the fear I found in her face. I turned away from her.
The ceiling was white, the walls, the floor, the halls I'd been in seconds before; I wondered if it would all feel the same against my skin.
My hand reached up, the sleeve of my snow-toned shirt falling in consequence. I wasn't tall enough, not even to brush against the light buzzing above. I knelt down instead, hesitantly placing my palm on the floor. It was as cool as the knob had been and perfectly smooth, like glossed cement. I couldn't describe it's sound, but it wasn't dissimilar to the walls.
When I stood, I found myself facing the mirror again. My reflection was motioning me forward. Somehow, I knew it was safe to heed her call.
I touched the mirror frame and the wall it was melded with, habit and odd curiosity taking priority. I felt myself frown as I tried to remember who would always tease me about that habit.
Shaking my head to clear it, I looked back to my reflection to see her reach into her pocket, eyes now becoming wild. I knew somehow that I should copy her; after all, it was a mirror.
What I found in my pants was a cellphone, knowing this term purely through subconscious. The reflection pressed a button on her device dramatically, lighting up her small screen, so I did the same.
A message was displayed in front of me. After reading it, my eyes widened, now matching the mirror image's panic. Only I noticed now that her eyes were coffee brown, not green. She wasn't my reflection.
She somehow reached through the glass and I realized I had never thought to touch that part. There never was any glass. The girl handed me something and pushed me forward, leaving no chance for my open mouth to speak.
Throwing down the phone on a whim, I turned and ran out of the room, rushing through the other door ad into more white hallways, my hair trailing behind me in a flurry of strands.
I took time to briefly look at what I clutched in my right hand. It was a woven bracelet with a metal plate in thhe center, but I couldn't quite read the word engraved on it.
As my feet hit the floors, I realized that I knew nothing, as if my mind had been robbed of everything but instinct, blank as the walls around me.
I didn't remember that I could run so fast or that I vaguely knew where these halls led. I didn't remember why I was here, nor that someone that looked like me was in the same place.
Most of all though, I didn't remember that I needed, and wanted more than anything, to escape. That is, until I saw a door directly ahead of me and the frame of another to it's left.