Mirror-Morphis

Prologue - Reflections

Prologue - Reflections

It is true what they say about reflections. They look into your soul and they speak to you. They tell you who and what you are. Mirrors, the way they are tended to tells you about their owner. Cracks show a broken heart, make up smudges and dust cover up the flaws we are terrified of seeing; and then, those whom have crystal clear mirrors - well those people are feared for doom. Those mirrors are the worst of all, they are a perfect doorway for evil things to come through. Though, that is a story for another day. Maybe.

The mirror that sits on Charlotte Davis' wall is nothing like the mirrors described. Well, it is a little. It has spiderweb cracks where the heavy gold frame holds it together, dust around the rims and a few smudges of ancient lipstick from the women who previously owned the beauty. Scratches bare it too, a long deep one runs down the centre of it, distorting any image you would wish to see. The mirror wasn't the reason Charlotte had chosen the room when she had moved to Sunnyside though. She had been forced to have it, because it was the only room besides her parents' room that had already been decorated and laid out when they had moved into the mansion.

Although it looked like a mansion, it was just a rather large house that stood on top of a hill with two other homes of similar size of both sides of it. Musty, grey walls on the exterior with an alarming white door, the home was a little off putting. Willows were weeping on the front lawn, cracks tarnished the windows on the second floor of the four storey building and as Charlotte's feet crunched along the grey, leave covered path, she had to keep those feet from running the other way. The house set off bad vibes, she didn't like it. At all. The doll that had been dangled in her hand, now squeezed against her chest as she hugged herself and the short blonde took more hasty steps forward, her parents walking in tune behind her. How weren't they freaking out? The blonde sighed softly and continued walking, her hands shaking when they finally arrived at the door and she jammed the key in the lock. It took a while to twist, but when she had, the door fell open with a long groan and she took her first step into the house with an echo. Was she allowed to run out now?

A shiver crept through her and she slowly glanced up from her feet, her eyes capturing a golden brown spiral staircase that caused a small gap in her mouth to form. All the fear was washed away for a moment, a single moment, as the colours swirled in her eyes. She still didn't want to be here, though. The warm colours didn't make her feel anymore at home.

She moved up the staircase, head peeking into the empty rooms; wallpaper rotting and falling from the walls, distressed. Again, Charlotte shivered. When could she go home? This wasn't home. Her home didn't whisper in the wind that screamed outside. Her home didn't groan in disarray at the footsteps that echoed like a ghost along the silent halls. This wasn't her home. This was just a house, a mansion she was forced to live in; and she wouldn't ever like it, until she got to leave. She was so sure.

 

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