Happy Things

Chapter Three

I leave my hair hair going down in wavy strands, not giving a damn about how messy it looks.

I then put on the gross maid attire that Diana gave me and furrow my eye brows in disgust.

Walking in front of the mirror I look at my shady, slender reflection. Enjoying my healthy looking features while I can, because I know, when I get out of this Mirror Room I will be looking the roughest I've ever looked.

The sound of a hand pounding on my door is heard. I breath deeply, repeating to myself that I need to stay strong throughout this, and that I cannot crack.

I attach my hands together and fiddle my thumbs around, just like they're doing little dances.

I take long strides over to the door, and reach for the knob curling my long fingers around and turning.

The door opens and I step out.

Me and Diana exchange evil glares and her eye brow rises.

"Are you scared?" Diana asks me, smiling.

"Not one bit," I breath.

"Lying is a mistake many learn not to make," She sings in a sweet tune, but her scratchy voice makes it sound scary.

I decide making a rude comment will only make things worst, so I keep myself quiet.

We make our way down the hallways, and through the study room until we reach a door.

One of the house keepers walks out from the kitchen and stops when her eyes land on us.

"Mrs. Diana, where are you taking that poor lady?"

Diana turns her torso around and smiles at the ginger headed maid.

"I'm just telling her to never, ever, go down in that basement again," Diana lies.

The housekeeper lets out a little 'oh' and scurries on back into the kitchen.

"Well, we'll have to get rid of her once I'm done with you," Diana's lips curl upward slightly.

She opens the door, and the hinges sqeek from age.

She lays her hand on the wall and flicks on a light. A spiral stair case comes to view, how vintage.

I roll my eyes, and begin to walk down the stairs not even bothering to wait for Diana.

"Hold up pretty girl, you don't have a clue where your going," She calls

"I'll find my way," I yell back.

"Good luck," She laughs.

I stop at the end of the stairs. I grab the handle being a bit dizzy from rushing down the twirling stairs. Diana looks at me and a small chuckle escapes her chapped lips. She starts walking again, and I quickly fallow behind.

We stop in front of another door, this one slightly smaller then the one that brought us here.

"Welcome to your punishment," She says.

"This is barbaric," I huff.

"It will teach you a lesson, no wonder the children were so much more behaved back in the day," She goes on.

I groan quietly.

She opens the door and I gasp.

Mirrors cover each square foot of the small broom room. Some mirrors cracked, the glass remains laying on the floor. Blood splattered on a few of the mirrors, some people cut them self with the broken glass I presume.

"I will be bringing you food and water twice a day, and you will be released in the next 2-3 days. Depending on you behavior of course," She says.

I guide myself in the room and look around, only seeing myself. Billions of reflections of myself.

"Maybe this will show you who you really are," She smiles.

"I already know who I am," I speak weakly.

"Do you really?" She says has if it's a question.

But before I could reply the door is being slammed in my face, and the sound of the door locking is heard.

I suck in air sharply and pinch my eyes closed. When I open them, I only see myself.

I take a seat on the cold concrete, crossing my legs I put my hands over my face and slide them back taking my hair along with it.

I slide further on the ground, laying down. I close my eyes and hope for sleep to encounter me soon.