The Mirror

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A bright flash startled her as she slowly began to open her eyes. Nicole quickly pushed herself off of the floor. But suddenly, a fluid clogged her throat and she spat up water, her weak arms giving in.

This continued until there was no more water in her throat, which left a salty taste in her mouth.

She looked at herself, surprised to see her not drenched in water considering the earlier incident in the bathroom.

The bathroom.

Nicole tried not to think about it, hoping it was not real and she was just going crazy from malnutrition. The only thing she could hear at the moment was her heavy breathing. As she caught her breath, she realized the heavy breathing didn't stop. It was... deep. She turned her head slowly, trying to brace herself for whatever she was in the room with.

To her surprise, she caught a glimpse of a tall figure standing in the corner beside the couch, holding two sticks in the form in a cross. In his pocket was a knife, polished and ready to kill. Nicole stared wide- eyed at him.

His hands shook violently, sending chills up her spine. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw his face. He had sea green eyes, pale skin. His hair was an ashy blonde that was sticking in all directions. He looked around seventeen, which was her age.

She gulped in awkward silence, scared of whatever he was going to do with his shaky hands. After what seemed like forever, she figured she would say something to break the silence between them.

"W-who are y-you?" her voice cracked. The guy flinched a little in surprise, but remained in the same position.

"I don't know what kind of fool you take humans for, but I will not play anymore of your games, demon!" he yelled, his voice shaking as well.
Nicole blinked in confusion.

What was this guy talking about, and why was he holding a cross?

She tried to push herself up again, but was frozen when she heard the guy speak again.

"Don't you dare come near me! Don't even move, or I swear to God I'll st-"

"No, please!" Nicole cut him off. "I swear I'm human, I'm no demon. You have to believe me!" She noticed the guy's grip loosen a bit on the cross, but he wouldn't let his guard down. "Trust me, I'm just as scared as you are! Listen, I don't know what that little girl did to you, but she almost drowned me. I don't know how long ago that was but... I'm not one of them."

Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt tears rise in her eyes. If he was human, she would have to make sure they stuck together, or she'd never make it out of that hell. All she wanted right now was for him to believe her, for him to not be a disappointment like the little girl.

Finally, the guy set his sticks down onto the couch and walked cautiously towards Nicole. He stuck out a hand for her and pulled her up. She realized that she wasn't in her normal leggings and Paramore tee. Instead, a silky red dress that went down to her knees. Black flats were put onto her feet.

She could now see why the man could've seen her as one of them. She brushed off her sides and backed away from the strange guy with the knife in his pocket. She figured she would learn his name first if anything so she would have some kind of conversation.

"So, um, who are you? What's your name?" she studdered.

"Mason," he mumbled. "You?"

"N-nicole".

"Well Nicole, I guess we were both lucky to find each other. I thought I would go crazy if I didn't have any communication with any humans. I've been talking to myself for days," Mason said. At that point, Nicole wondered to herself how long she's been out cold.

He walked over to the T.V. and jiggled around some of the little knobs on it.

"It doesn't work," Nicole interrupted. "I've tried before."

Mason looked over at her, then turned the knob off. He looked around curiously, making his say towards the kitchen. Nicole followed behind him like a lost puppy. In the kitchen, it was the same as she remembered it. She sat down in the chair at the table, her arms folding around her legs. Mason looked down at her curiously.

"Wait, Nicole, have you been here before?" he asked. Nicole nodded her head, and Mason mumbled "interesting".

"Why?" Nicole asked, interrupting his thoughts. "Was there a reason you asked me that?"

He stroked his chin lightly while thinking. "I just have a question. When you said the 'little girl' almost drowned you, where did she... do it?"

"In the b-bathroom," she cringed while thinking about her skin drenched in icey water, probably dirty.

Mason made his way towards the long hallway. Nicole quickly got up and raced ahead of him and pushed him back. She grabbed his evergreen tee and didn't let go.

"NO! You can't go in there! She'll kill us!" she pleaded.

He looked down on her, her face full of caution. "Nicole, do you ever want to get out of here?"

"Well, of course bu-"

"You need to trust me on this," his eyes meeting hers.

She hesitated. "Ok."

Suddenly, a laugh came from a distance.

The bathroom.

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So you finally met Mason! There wasn't much about him in this one, but you'll find out more about him later. This was just an intro to his personality. Au revoir💜