The other side of the Mirror (boyxboy)

Chapter 6.

I was numb. I could only stand and watch, just like a few minutes ago, eyes wide in fear. Was he going to be kidnapped as well? Was he going to disappear in front of my eyes, the same way my reflection did? 

Did he .. mean enough to me to save him? I-I'm not usually that kind of a person, in fact - I'd love to save a stranger, but in the world we all live in, strangers turned into back-stabbers the moment you let them .. And I didn't really want to let that happend, because before my back, I had someone special to protect, and I wouldn't want them to get hurt, along with me.

Frozen in shock, I saw a volat nearing the unknown person - flying behind him gracefully. It looked like a sea cat, soaring in the air gloriously, with that one difference, that it had a ginormous, pulsing red light on its belly. For a moment I thought it was beautiful, until I realised, that it could possibly handicap and rip into pieces the silver-head boy in front of me.

I looked at him.

"DEVIN!" His shout made my ears ring and my heart break. I couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't look. I wanted to turn my back and run away from my own guilt and fear, to forget that look, filled with despair and pleading. I just .. wanted to run forward and never look back.

But I couldn't look away. I stood there and watched how the nameless boy pressed his palms against the invisible glass, asking for help with his eyes, in the most honest and innocent way. I couldn't leave him, I just .. n-no. Something was telling me that messing with him wasn't my job either, but I was not going to let him die.

I shut my teary eyes tightly and stretched out my hand. My own palm unknowingly passed through that, seemingly imaginary barrier, letting me in as if it never existed in the first place. Almost immediately I felt the the other sweaty, hot palms and with unexpected speed I grabbed the right one, pulling it harshly. I felt how his bones made a tiny, little noise, and I regretted the fact that I was so merciless .. s-still, it was important for me to to get him out of there, before the worst happens. A disjointed pinky was more favorable, in comparison to a broken neck ..

Heavy mass dropped down on me as I awkwardly fell on my backside. Numb pain embraced my whole body, forcing my testicles to shiver.

God, it hurted so much to fall on your butt ..

It hurt him, too. I heard him well when he moaned in pain, his body softly trembling on mine. His whole weight had shifted onto mine - I felt the boy's weak, thin body; his warm chest, pressing against mine; his warm breath on my neck, irritating me in an unexplainable way with its presence. It was awkward, it was uncomfortable, it was .. almost nasty.

Does that mean I'm a masochist .. ?

"O-Ouch .." The silverhead boy moaned breathless in my ear, standing up slowly and timidly. I didn't see how he got out of that mirror, but the gravitation must have been stronger than usual, because I felt as if I was grass under a bucking bronco (in this case - the stranger). 

I slowly opened my eyes, dizzy and disorientated. I-I was actually like this by default, but now I knew what it felt like to have an alibi. Not that I would need it anytime soon ..

At that time I didn't consider the fact that this stranger may or may not need a temporary shelter, nor that I will need some sort of an explanation about his appearance. In fact, if I have to be honest, I .. didn't quite believe what I saw. Perhaps they've slipped LSD in my burger, because before I got it, nothing like this had ever happened to me, and probably wouldn't have!

I lifted my hazel eyes towards the stranger's glowing, almost blue in bright light, turquoise eyes. I wasn't quite sure where did this light come from, perhaps from the corridor and the crushed door I left behind me. Oh god, I was more worried about that ..

He stood up clumsily and sneezed, lifting the dust from his clothes. If he had fallen on me and gathered so much dust, I didn't want to think how much I gathered with my back .. Oh god, dust. Microbes and dead skin. Despite the sayings, there's dust where you're most often.

I couldn't imagine who would spend so much time here. I mean, why?! To top it all, the visits were probably pretty frequent. Perhaps every day. Or .. twice a day.

Or he never really left.

I shivered in fear. N-No need to think so much about dead skin, I was spooked pretty easily anyway. I quickly got up and instinctively backed away from the boy before me. I wasn't scared of him, but .. I had to be careful. He just got out of a mirror and fell on me, God knows what might happen now!

The stranger looked at me for a second, but quickly averted his gaze, choosing to clean his clothes from the dust instead. I never expected to see such colorful and bright clothes. It seemed as if I've been looking at him through a plastic bag, because now his face, his body, the colors in it .. they were all so real and close. He had nothing to do with the person I spoke with a few moments ago. B-But if that's the real stranger I saw, then .. where did HIS reflection go?

I looked at the mirror, gasping in shock. Of course, I couldn't say it wasn't logical, taking in account all of the unrealistic things that happened so far .. yet I couldn't help but freak out, when I didn't see my reflection. And not only mine, his was missing as well.

My eyes widened, as I made my horrible conclusion ..

"You busy?" He asked me suddenly, waking me up from my horror. I blinked.

W-..what? 

P.S.

This is discontinued, but if it's interesting, I might continue it! T-Tell me what you think, because I honestly don't know if it's worth updating .. x.x