Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall

Chapter Two- I get swallowed by an inanimate object

No one answered my tentativly asked question, but I was sure there was some one in the bathroom with me. I spun my body around and tilted my head sideways in that wierd way that lets you see underneath bathroom stalls; Nobody to see there. I guess I was wrong.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw it again. A silver flash in the mirror, just a sheen of silver flickering across the mirror. Spinning sharply, I turned to look at the mirror again, staring hard at my skeptical-looking reflection, wondering if I was just imagining the whole thing. After all, mirrors don't just crack for no reason! Maybe I was having a hallucination or something. Maybe my brain was playing a trick on me. Maybe-

"Owwwwww!"A sharp pain pierced my left hand when I subconsciously shifted it slightly from where it was resting on the counter. I instinctively flapped my hand out, like i was trying to shake of a biting bug. Blood droplets splattered on the mirror and began dripping into some of the cracks. I raised my hand to eyesight level and saw a big cut, not deep, about 1 and 1/2 inches long on my index finger.

"Ow!" I repeated, more form shock than anything else. How had that happened?

I looked down at the counter, trying to see what had cut me. I had expected not see anything, like maybe it was an uneven sharp edge of the marble counter-top. I stared for a second or two, and then promptly slapped my forehead. That big chunk of the mirror was still there, YOU IDIOT!, I thought, and you just go and cut your self on it's jagged-

Wait, hold on, I interupted my self. I just picked this thing up. I didn't get cut then, so how come I got cut now?

Upon closer examination, I realized that the two flat sides I had grabbed the mirror chunk were the only places I could have done that without getting sliced and diced. Everywhere else, the mirror had super sharp jaggedy edges. Problem was, those jagged edges were super tiny, they were only like half a centimeter long, so I wouldn't have spotted them at first glance.

Lucky me, I thought, turning on some hot water and sticking my still-bleeding finger under it. I must have just missed all of them...

Grabbing some paper towls, I dried my hands off and looked up at where I splattered my blood on the mirror. It was dripping all grossly, leaving pinkish-red trails that bent and twisted with the cracks in the mirror. I suppressed a shiver. There's nothing that wasn't creepy about that movie theater bathroom, a impossibly cracked mirror, and blood running down the mirror in little rivers. There seemed to be more blood there than there should have been; with all the cracks it was running down, but it wasn't stopping. And then I did it. I went and threw the world I knew and( well, not loved, exactly,) accepted out window.

I reached out and touched the mirror. Just to see if it was really there, the blood and the cracks and everything.

My hand went straight through the solid mirror; I couldn't see it anymore, but I could feel it. The area where I hand thrust my hand in looked like liquid mercury, silvery and rippling. I wiggled my fingers as my eyes grew wide with shock. It was like moving my hand in water, all slow and cold. It was cold on the other side of ... What is this? I thought. It isn't a mirror....

It's a hallucination, and you need to go see a doctor!

I tried to pull my hand out, but I couldn't. It was like a Chinese fingertrap, my hand strained against the mirror but all it seemed to do was pull me in. Before I could even blink, I was up to my elbow. The counter was starting to dig into my hips.

" Help!" I shouted, something I should have done at the very beginning."Somebody help me, I'm stuck, HELP!"

I shreiked as the silvery mercury started crawling up my arm, tendral-like strands, spreading cold.

"OH MY GOD, SOMEBODY HELP ME !"

The silver tendrals jerked me towards the mirror, like they were trying to draw me in.

"NO, no, let me go, HELP!" I screamed, desperately pulling backwards. The tendrals just roughly pulled on my arm again. I couldn't help it, I placed my other hand on the counter to try to get leverage. As soon as I placed my hand in range, the silvery stuff latched itself on, and started spreading cold immediantly, and pulled a third, and final, time.

I slipped and was pulled arms-first into the cracked movie theater bathroom mirror.