Mirror Movement - Chapter Three

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Chapter three

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As the weekend came around we decided to have a swim this house had everything it

was wonderful then T had organized a picnic on the lawn we listen to music laughed and

even danced the evening we were in my bedroom as usual, T was reading for me from a book.

He closed the book he had been reading from suddenly, I looked up at him to ask why but

he was looking at me with such intensity I couldn't say anything or look away from him we just lay

there staring at one another.

He was looking deep into my eyes when he said

You really are beautiful you know. he smiled at me

My brain scrambled to think what had he just been Reading I couldn't think couldn't grasp any rational concept.

Then he spoke barely a whisper

You know you are free to leave hear at anytime the Doctor has cleared you.

He spoke these words with such sadness I didn't know why

T what's wrong? that's good news it means I have healed?

It means your leaving me he said. I was taken aback

Wait, how can I leave I thought I was to stay here until the guy

that did this I said pointing to my scare had been caught?

I looked at him.

Have they got someone? I asked nervously

He gave a grim laugh I think we both know the answer to that question. I gasped

What do you mean by that? i said nervously

Do you think I did this to myself? I questioned

What? No don't be ridiculous

What do you remember from that night? He said it simply but he knew something I could tell.

It was my turn to grimly laugh.

T you wouldn't believe me if I told you. He looked at me for a few seconds and said try me.

I trusted him more than anyone or anything in my life before I knew what I was saying I had started

my story by saying how long have you known I remembered?

Always he said simply.

Ah, well it was as I first told you we, meaning the girls had been out for drinks it was late they'd gone to bed.

I couldn't sleep so I'd gone to the front door for a cigarette I wasn't particularly looking at anything

but the house across the street caught my eye the chimney looked like it was moving I heard a growl.

I threw my cigarette ran in the house and locked the doors, I checked all the doors and widows in the

house even in my roommates bed rooms to make sure they were safe then I went into my bedroom

an sat on the floor in the corner preying to god that thing hadn't seen me. I didn't notice he'd winced

when I said "that thing"

Of course it had I could hear the growls outside like it was looking for a way in I never heard it

get into the house. I woke up in the morning with a stiff neck still sat against the wall and a

serious headache thought it had been a bad dream. I got showered and changed went down stairs

and saw the blood and the girls by this time I was crying reliving this was horrific.

I don't remember much for a while everything went black I must have passed out I knew the thing

was still in the house I heard it. I also heard and kind of saw a man he got the monster's head and

did something to it. Whatever he did it was dead the only thing I remember is he whispered to me his

name was Brodie and he would find me once I was well to explain everything.

I looked at T he looked distraught oh my god he didn't believe me probably thinking of calling the

Doctor to have me sectioned.

Don't be ridiculous I wouldn't have you sectioned

I didn't realise I was speaking out loud sorry I said quietly

you weren't he said

I glared at him what do you mean?

Lydia, you're not crazy he said it happened just like you said his head was down

What, how do you know you weren't there?

Oh my god, your Brodie I said.

You saved my life; I spluttered what was that thing?

That "thing" as you so eloquently put it was one of my subjects that had no right being in your world.

Subjects what are you talking about?

Ok Lydia it's my turn to tell you everything please don't be scared you have to known I would never hurt you.

Lydia put her hand on Brodie's arm I know that.

Wait, before you start your story what do I call you Brodie or T?

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