Dream Boy

The rest

I kind of gave up on the chapters thing, because there aren't really any chapters in this story.

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“Again, really? C’mon, this is getting old!” I shouted to the pink sky. The wind gushed coldly in the direction of the mirror, urging me to go towards it.

“And what if I don’t? What are you gonna do then?” I yelled angrily, turning my back to the mirror. The wind blew colder and fiercer, like it was irritated with me. I didn’t care, I was sick of this dream.

“Aisling…” the voice again seemed closer and for the first time, annoyed. Good, I thought, I hope I’m annoying you. I shut my eyes and crossed my arms, planning to stay like that until I woke up. The wind and the voice had other ideas. I opened my eyes and squealed as the ground got further and further away. I was twisted upside down and backwards, spinning out of control in the air. Eventually, the wind lowered me back to the ground and I opened my tightly clamped eyes. I was in the same place I had been before, only I was facing the mirror again.

“You can’t be serious!” I shouted, looking as far up as I could without falling backwards. The wind blew towards the mirror again, still chilly but with a faint trace of the sweet grass smell.

“Oh c’mon, why?” I shouted, feeling a little desperate.

“Aisling… Please?” the voice sounded as desperate as I did.

“BUT WHY?” I shouted, anger mixing with my desperation. The wind blew in a short gust, almost like it was sighing.

“Trust me.”

“Urgh, fine, whatever!” I growled, storming towards the mirror. Standing in front of it, I found myself once again in the black boots, white dress and red cardigan with irritatingly short hair. I glared at my reflection for a moment, then stuck my hand out and touch the mirror.

Nothing happened. I felt my eyes widen in surprise. Why wasn’t it turning into a door? Was it because I was expecting it to? I looked back up at the sky, feeling slightly smug.

“So what now, sky? What am I supposed to do now?” I shouted, throwing my arms into the air as well. The wind began to blow and it lifted me slightly off the ground and turned me so I had my back to the mirror. I stood there, waiting for something to happen. The wind seemed to be waiting as well. After nearly a minute, the sigh of wind came again and pushed me back into the mirror. Or should I have said door? Once again, the glass was replaced with wood and the handle’s reflective surface shone.

“Aisling…Hold on.” Called the voice as I reached towards the handle.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” I grumbled to myself. I grabbed the handle and held my breath. The coldness oozed through me in an instant. The sun and the sweet breeze both disappeared and the floor fell out from under me, but I managed to hold onto the door handle this time. I was left suspended in the dark, no sound, no anything. My heart started racing as I could feel myself slowly slipping from the door. What would happen if I fell? I gripped as tightly as I could and slowly but surely, the door tilted forwards until it was lying horizontal. I let out a sigh of relief and loosed my grip on the handle but still keeping hold of it. I grabbed hold of the side of the door as well, just in case this freaky door decided it didn’t like me sitting on top of it. Again, the door started to move. I couldn’t see where the door was taking me, but the wind pushing my hair back told me we were moving forward. I held my breath and wondered just how much longer this dream could last. Silently, the door took me forward though the darkness until I could see a light in the distance. The door began to gain speed and the light in the distance got closer and closer. Slowly, the light began to have defining features. At first, it was just a faint room with a blur in the middle but as I got closer, the room became clearer and the blur… became a boy. He seemed to be about the same age as me and he was staring at me expectantly. He looked so familiar and even though I’d never seen him before, the moment I looked him in the eye, I knew his name.