The Other Side

Chapter 2

It was about midnight, when I got home and went to my room to rest and watch some TV right before that.
My room was your typical teenage boy room, blue and red. It was never creative, I just slept in there, watched TV, and sometimes do homework. Across the hall was my little sisters room. Melody Clark, my adorable best friend, the one I could fight for, if she ever needed saving. Melody was seven, a sweet, kind, creative, seven year old. Her room was rainbow, her favorite color. Mel, loved my piggy back rides, my smile and a smile I got back, but it was everything.
I turned on my lights and go to my mirror hanging on my closet. The last time I looked in the mirror there was something wrong with my eyes, but I knew it was nothing.
I was so asleep that night to even think, until I see the curtain in the mirror fly open.
I get a glimpse to see what's outside. I see what looks like explosions. It looks as if a war was occurring. I couldn't recall any war going on, or one that looked so serious. I look back to find my window shut and the curtains closed. I get up, curious and freighted.
I go to my window and open the curtains to see a lifeless dark sky with stars. Millions of stars scattered across the sky.
My eyes were half closed, but I remember every detail of what happened in the next 5 minutes.
I turn back to my mirror seeing someone other than myself. My reflection changes from the face of a teenaged boy to a girl mimicking my every move. She had big blue eyes that were very frightened, but she stood strong. She had beautiful hair with streaks of blond, brown, and red. The girl wore a sundress, white. She looked very brave, but I couldn't think of anything else besides the questions she would have to answer.
She then realizes that I see her. The wall collapsed behind her, but the room was still in place. She stood there, then she took her hand and put it through the mirror. A hand appeared in front of me. I stood there, wondering what would happen next
"Come on!" She yelled through the sound of crackling fire and crashing of things. I grabbed her hand, it was soft and certain. She tugged me through the mysterious looking glass that we called a mirror, but it was no mirror, more than it was a door, a door that leads to The Other Side.