I'm sitting on the edge of my bed, feeling the energy rush through my body. My heart races. I swear I heard a guy... I swallow and scratch my head. I'm just tired, that's it. I rub with my hands over my face and let myself fall onto the bed again. I sigh. Was it real? Or imagination?... Oh well. I turn on my side and look at the old mirror. I narrow my eyes. Something in me says I need to go to it, so I stand up. I'm not conscious of what I'm doing. The whole mirror is full of dust, I only see a shade of my refection.
I wipe away the layer of dust, which covers the face of my reflection. My hand rests on the mirror while my eyes widen and my mouth falls open. I want to scream, but I can't. What... What is this?! The eyes are chocolate brown, the hair is brown and tousled.
'Don't be afraid.' He says. I quickly place my hands in front of my mouth, to make sure I don't scream. I swallow. I can't say anything. 'Shht.' he whispers. His voice calms me. My hands slowly slide down and my eyes get normal again.
'Who are you? And what are you doing here?' I stutter. How is this possible? His chocolate brown eyes stare at me. They are endless.
'I'll tell you everything you want to know. But I don't know if you want to. It could be frightening.' He says calmly. I look down and doubt for a while. What is frightening? Why would he say I don't want to? And who is he anyways? How did he even get into that mirror? Too much questions. I place my hand against the mirror.
'How did you get there?' I ask him. I bite my lip and stare into his eyes again.
'You've got beautiful eyes.' He says flattering. I don't want to blush, but I do. He's trying to change the subject I think, in a quite cute way. But maybe it's fake and he just want to get me trust him and then... Then... I really shouldn't think of this, he's in a mirror. A mirror!
'Yeah yeah. But how did you get there?' I ask more serious and to the point. I lick over my teeth and pull up one eyebrow. 'No games.'
'Oh? Is somebody a little impatient?' I hear a sarcastic undertone and he places his arms over each other.
'If you just don't try to change the subject and give me my answer, I don't need to be impatient.' I say teasing while I loll. 'And by the way, what's your name anyways?'
'Ace.' He says while he grins. The name echoes in my head and when I look at his grin, it seems like I already know him for years. Then I realize I could be talking to my imagination. So, I'm going to ask him things, I could never know,
'So.. Ace.' I blush when his name leaves my lips. 'How did you come into that mirror.' I ask him curiously. 'And how are you able to live? How long are you there already?' My mind almost explodes of the questions I want to ask. I frown a bit while I think about all this stuff.
'Why do you frown?'
'My mind is a mess.' I sigh and smile slightly.
'Any idea why? Or don't want to tell it to me?' I look down and bite my lip. 'I understand. You don't trust me because you barely know me.' I look up and look in his eyes. It's like he knows me. Or am I just that easy to figure out? 'Well, to answer your question, you could say I'm dead, I guess.' He grins again and places his hand against mine, who still lays on the mirror. I stare at it. I know our hands don't really touch. But I can feel the warmth of his hand burning through the mirror. It feels confident. Dead. Echoes through my mind. Then my eyes open widely and stare in his.
'Dead?' I repeat.
'Dead. I've been locked up here for a few years I guess. But I don't need anything, I'm never hungry, I'm never thirsty, I'm never sad, happy, angry or scared. Nothing. Like I'm dead.' He still grins. He'll probably won't feel anything at the moment. Just normal. Like always, every single day. 'And I've never felt anything in here. Just the coldness of this mirror and my soul. I don't even know if I still have a soul. I would be surprised if I have one.' Surprised to have a soul?!
'How can you love with that? Or, be dead with that? Ehh, sorry.' My mind is really exploding. How can somebody be locked up in a mirror, don't feel anything and still live? Or be dead? Or.. Argh! He smiles and nods.
'I don't really get that too. Maybe it's destiny to torture me like this? I might have done something wrong in my past. But I can't remember a thing. The only thing I can remember is that I was hunted by a group of villagers, entered a old house and somehow, people had aptitudes and I ended up here.' I nod understanding, until the moment I realize it's this house.
'You're still in that house.' I stutter while my eyes open widely and show my fear. The word aptitudes echoes in my head. My heart feels like it's standing still and my breathing stops. I gasp and continue breathing, my heart is beating like a possessed now. 'Help me.' I whisper while I slowly move backwards. My hand, which was on the mirror, now is on my head, just like the other hand. My head pounds and I squint my eyes. The last thing I see is Ace, looking very concerned. Then...
Everything is black.
