Mirror, Mirror

Chapter 1: Kara

I'm trapped.

Of course I know that. I'm not stupid. I've been trapped for the past sixteen years Well, at least as long as I can remember. But I'm not unhappy. I like it here.

Let me explain. I lived through the Acacia civil war. Well, hardly. My mom gave birth to me during the worst of the war, in the middle of the fighting.

Like any good mother, she was concerned for my safety. Unlike most mothers, she left me with Take and warned him to never let me see the outside world.

Take (from what I've been told) was one of my mother's close friends. I only know him as the man who brings me food and whatever activities I ask for. Anything I want, I get. He won't let me get know his real name. The only thing I have is a piece of paper which says "Take good care of her. " There was more to the message, but Take won't let me see it.

I only see Take for a few hours each day, at mealtimes and bedtime, so mainly I am all alone. To keep me company, I have two cats, Belle and Beau. Take is very careful to stay away from me as much as possible. It's almost as if he's afraid of me...

You might think I would be very lonely, with only two cats as friends. But there is another person in this house. To explain that, first, I need to explain my schedule.

I wake up at 8:00 each day, no matter what. First I feed Beau and Belle, then Take comes in at 8:15 with my breakfast. Once he leaves, I eat, tidy my room, and pick one book to read until 9:30. Take is very careful to keep my bookshelf well stocked.

After the book, I usually sew, bake, or try out hairstyles or makeup. I generally do anything to entertain myself until lunch. After Take brings lunch at precisely 12:00, I either put in a movie or read some more. Every day I simply waste time until 3:00.

At 3:00, I walk down a darkly paneled hallway, to the very last door. I sit in front of the door and hum softly, to let the Boy with the Violin know I'm here. The only other person in the entire house besides for Take is the Boy, who I've begun to call Garçon. I've become very interested in French and I enjoy naming things in French.  For example, garçon means boy and Beau/Belle mean beautiful.

Ahh, I've gotten off topic.  Garçon, that's what I was talking about. He plays his violin at exactly 3:15 each day, and right outside the door, I dance. He plays me all sorts of music, some which I recognize, some which I don't. I've never seen Garçon before, but I have heard him. He knows I'm there, because he sings for me. Not just any songs, either. The lyrics often include the words "beautiful dancer" and I know he's singing for me. 

The feeling, to know someone cares about you...

Indescribable. Especially since I live in a world all my own.

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Ok. I realize that I haven't written for about... *cringe* five months.  Honestly I just finished Mirror, Mirror and left it alone. For half a year.  Then, all of the sudden, I check it randomly and it has like 3,000 reads! I know that in WattPad land, it's not a lot, but the last time I'd checked, it had about 300 reads. So I decided to start a Part 2. Obviously this is not Andi's POV anymore. It may seem disconnected and confusing now but I promise it'll make sense eventually! Thank you all soo sooo much for supporting Mirror, Mirror! Thank you especially to hiwhatsupimalyssa, Banana Slices, and Selenes_Chariot for messaging me and getting me interested in Mirror, Mirror again.

Well, I'll see you guys again soon!

Have a wonderful day.

-kaylin_meller