I awoke in a room. The buzz from the alcohol was gone, and so was the pain from my scar. I moved aside the sheets to look at myself, and I was in a completely different outfit. My eyes darker to my wrist, but there was nothing there, not even my old scars.
I decided to take in my surroundings. The room smelled of dirt after it rained, and looked like an abandoned shack. It was made of rotting wood, the only window couldn't been seen through. I tried, but it was like trying to look at the sun.
The only light came from the window, but it had a greenish tint to it. Suddenly, the room started shaking I could just barely make out a voice. It sounded like... Frank?
I'm so sorry, Skylar. This is all my fault... if only I had answered the damn phone... please wake up. I need you.
Just as quickly as it came, the voice was gone. The room stilled, and the only thing that had changed was the mirror hanging on the wall. It wasn't there before. Cautiously, I approached it.
At first I thought it was normal. That was until my reflection started to move by itself.
Mirror me sighed, examining her nails. "Oh, Skylar, when will you learn?"
I got closer to the window. "Learn what? Where am I?"
She rolled her eyes. "Learn now to be a dumbass. You almost killed yourself. And now you're stuck in here."
I was growing frustrated with myself. "Where is here?"
She grinned, and to be honest, it was terrifying. "Your mind. You're going to stay in here, trapped with me, until you have the balls to wake up."
My jaw dropped. "But I want to wake up now. How do I wake up?"
A stark laugh escaped her mouth. "Oh, not you you. Outside you. You lost too much blood, so you're in a coma right now. You need to gather up your strength or some bullshit like that."
I slammed my fist against the mirror, making her stumble. "I want to wake up now. I don't need to gather my strength!"
She scoffed. "Assaulting me won't get you anywhere. I'm just repeating what the doctor said."
I grunted, going back to fall onto the bed.
Mirror me walked close to the mirror, placing her hands on it. "Well, there is one way you could wake up now..."
I shot straight up. "How?"
She examined her nails again before gesturing to herself. "Break me out of here."
I raised an eyebrow. "That's it? With what?"
She pointed behind me. There was now a small nightstand, a hammer laying upon its surface. When I went to grab it, she said. "But, there is a catch." I freeze, turning on my heel and looking at her. "There's a chance you could die."
I felt my eyes bulge. "Are you fucking with me??"
She shook her head. "It's how it works. You either take the chance, or wait for the outcome. If you wait, there's a better chance you live, but still not guaranteed. That's in the doctors hands. If you break me out, it's about a 50/50 shot."
"That's not fair!"
She shrugged. "That's the rules. By trying to wake up early, you're choosing to mess with fate. It messes up what's already planned. They can't just let you wake up with no chance of consequence."
My eyebrows knit together in confusion. "They?"
She ignores me. "Are you going to try or not?"
I bite my lip, contemplating. Will the doctors vs able to save me? Probably. But it could take weeks. I need to get back to Frank. I can't let him think it's his fault. It's my fault for being a jealous idiot.
Mirror me let's out a harsh laugh, now fixing her hair. "I can't say I disagree, you are an idiot."
"How did you know what I was thinking?"
Again, she rolls her eyes. I sure hope I don't have that problem in real life. "I live in there. I'm that little voice in your head telling you what to do. Since you're all in your head right now, you conjured me as a person."
I shook my head. "This is ridiculous. If you tell me what to do, then what the hell should I do right now?"
"Well, I want out of this glass, so I'm gonna tell you to break it." Her snide attitude slips away for a moment. "Though, I'm not sure what happens to me if you die."
I sigh. "If I'm just in my head, and you are my head, can't you just get yourself out?"
She rubs her temples, looking exasperated with me. "I'm not your head. I live here. When a person goes into a coma, they control what happens. I have hardly any influence in here. I mean would you do what a complete stranger says?"
I shake my head. "No."
She gestures to outside the mirror. "Exactly. While you're here, I'm a stranger. While you're out there, I put things into your thoughts."
I narrow my eyes. "Why did you make me cut?"
Her face softens. "As soon as you decided you wanted to do that, I was locked in here. I couldn't stop you." A sigh escapes her lips and she rests her forehead on the mirror. "Any decisions involving something that could kill you are up to you. I have no say. That's how it's always been."
Suddenly, the room shakes again. This time, water seeps from the corners of the room, coating the floor.
Skylar please wake up.. this is all my fault I'm so sorry.. if you don't wake up I don't deserve to live either.
Franks voice echoes through the room, his words ringing in my ears. The room stops shaking, but the water is still there. I look hopelessly at mirror me. She looks sad.
She says, "That water means he's crying."
That was it. The last straw. I can't wait until the doctors decide to save me or it might be too late. Frank needs to know it's not his fault.
I grab the hammer and rush to the mirror, not even hesitating to shatter the surface. It was like slow motion. I saw myself shatter into a thousand pieces, but before the pieces hit the ground, I was staring into a blinding white light.
The only noise I could hear was the sound of the heart monitor. Slowly, the sound sped up. Before it flatlined completely. I was vaguely aware of Frank screaming, but then everything turned black.
