The Run

Mirrors

 I had gone through a door that I thought was me entering heaven because I assumed I was dying. The monsters around me were just people with deformities. Boils, limps, messed up faces. Anything that comes to mind. There are about 50 people in this massive cobblestone platform. The door has disappeared and a whole bunch of mirrors popped up from the ground slowly

To many mirrors to count actually. The terrifying creatures started to smash the mirrors because they didn't want to see their hideous faces. Glass shards flew everywhere as the monsters started furiously scurrying around and screaming. As for me; I was observing my surrounding and saw that the cobblestone platform ended and the sides began to rise at a 90 degrees angle and I ran to one side. Before it started rising to high, I looked over the edge and saw nothing... Absolute black, the type of black that was only found in a dream. I realized that I was in an enclosed space with crazy monsters running everywhere.

I decided to sit in a corner and try to block out the yelling with my dirty hands. I noticed that everyone in the room was wearing brown clothing that looked ragged and torn.. almost burnt. After a while, I felt that someone had tapped my shoulder. I looked up and saw a boy. I could tell that he was a little older than me. He looked about 16-17 and had long black hair. Eyes as grey as fog on a cold, musky day. Our eyes met as we gazed into each-others souls. It was an awkward sort of glance but I felt some sort of comfort in his eyes.

I immediately stood up to see that he was also taller then me. I being 5'7 and him being probably about 6 foot. He looks at me for a while and I heard a murmur from him but couldn't quite make it out. I tried to say something to him but the same thing happened to me... Murmurs. I raised my hand to my mouth to see what was wrong. My mouth had been stitched shut! But then I looked at this, sort of handsome, stranger and saw that he didn't have anything on his mouth. I began to panic and kept trying to open my mouth. Feeling it stretch and unwind as my lips burned with pain. My hands could not get the binds from my lips so I looked around fast. I saw a fairly large glass shard on the ground from the mirrors and when I looked up, I saw that the stranger knew what I was thinking.

I tried to open my mouth again as wide as I could and cut the binds from my lips. They sort of cut easily and I realized that it had just been piles and piles of some thin string.. probably fishing line. I looked up at the stranger while I was in pain from the line still being pierced through my lips and handed him the glass. While he did the same thing that I had just done, I was pulling the line from the top and bottom of my lips. I could feel every centimeter of the line that I was tugging through my flesh and I finally got the last bits out as the same time the dark haired stranger has. He looked at me, an inch of pain in his face, and said,
"My names Nova, what about you?"

Creator:   The reason these are so close together is that I originally made this story in Quotev.com but I decided to post it here too! I don't know why though... I think it's because more people use wattpad instead of quotev.