Broken Faces

Lost

It was the bustling sound of the thunder which awoke me from my slumber. The  foreign cold sweat trickling down my forehead onto my wild eyebrows reminding me of the horrid occurrences the night before. And here I was laying on the floor with this now soaked wool tapestry beneath me. Thoughts cramped my mind though my solid aim was to try tuning them away. My eyes roamed my 5,3 figure, a depressing sigh afterwards, discovering that I only wore an old, tattered, white nightgown indicating that the nightmares were indeed true. I searched my surroundings for anything mysterious, however the only thing near, were broken shards of what seemed to be a mirror, near the wall on my right hand corner leading my curiousness about this place.

where was I?

The thoughts in my mind ringed that I was in danger but I feared to even move from this uncomfortable position. A sudden pain washed through my body cutting off my mellow breathing for a few seconds. I quickly shot up increasing the pain and therefore sitting slowly in an attempt to ease it a bit. I suddenly crawled over to the broken mirror holding a regular sized fragment in my palm. Scratches covered my face with a deep gash running from my left earlobe to my cheek and from this, a metallic, crimson, fluid oozes out dripping onto what was recently a comfortable gift from mom, now a torn, ragged, piece of clothing. Then, three special persons entered my memories leaving me to confront my greatest fear of losing my family.

"I need to get out of here," I thought.

Thump, thump, breathe. Thump, thump, breathe.

My heart pounded as though it was bursting out of my chest. The sudden contraction of my lungs did no help in assuring the regulation of my breathing, and my diagnosis of asthma worsened the situation. It was clear now, I was having one of those frequent panic attacks. Breathing seemed impossible at this point, even though I focused entirely on calming down. I would need someone to release me from the striking pain in my upper chest area. This causes the pain to increase immensely as no one is here but myself. 

"Calm down! You can get over this!"I yelled, trying fairly to bring myself to some certainty that it would come to an end. With every jagged breath came an involuntary tremble, and after, an odd choked sound left my quivering, cracked, lips. Yet, slowly my rough breathing recurred back to its normal oscillating flow; a reassurance that everything would be fine for the time.

Finally. Silence. Now, how will I escape from this place. I look around once more scanning very few cracks along the roughly patched edges of the floorboards. Walking towards the opposite side of the small-scaled room, I dig my fingers through any openings in hopes of breaking through this 'hold'. After many chipped fingernails, swollen tips of fingers and a deflated pride, i sink down to the floor with a tear streaked face. 

This can't be it. How do I get out. I don't even know why I am here. 

"Help! Someone please help me! I'm trapped in here! Please!" 

Oh suck it in, when have you ever been notified that the damsel in distress gets saved so quickly? Obviously there has to be some way out. Of course there is. How else would you have gotten in. Think about it,and find the way out. Find it.  

I stand frantically in search of anything odd in particular. Yet again,to my dismay find nothing and slump angrily to the floor. I yell exasperatedly, and find it best to lie down. Before I get a chance to shut my eyes, I notice the chevron patterns perfectly inscribed with grey shimmer to create such an illusion which could cause dizziness. Diverting from the wall in front of me, I pay attention to my sides and one thing stands out. A horizontal line is sighted to the left, coloured with a much thicker accent than the others. With curiosity, I walk towards it abruptly and see a sudden change of colour. No longer is it grey, but a dark purple. At a closer look it then resembles blue,  red, and then gold.

How is that?  

With striked interest, I reach for the line and find that it feels almost squishy like some gelatin pudding except with rock hard edges. I try pulling it from the wall and in success it comes sliding into my hands. In excitement I look down at the object. 

"Welcome to the game chosen one. You will need to escape this place and conquer greater things ahead if you want your normal life back. Listen to my instructions and only then will you have a chance to see your family again. Now pay careful attention."

Riddle me this. Riddle me that. How do you exit a closed off room with no windows and doors and only a mirror?

A game?! How can this be? I know of no such game where one is physically trapped somewhere. 

"Focus! You need to get out of here quickly. Now, this riddle is so ridiculous. This is what I have been trying to do for the past time and failed constantly. How do I get out if I don't know how to?" 

 All which was within was a broken mirror, the white faux wool fur tapestry, cobwebs, creaky wooden floorboards, and a single body unsure of her presence there. She tries to scream but it only ricochets around the room; no one hears, and this only dampens her spirit. She scurries around once more searching idly for one way to get out. The tears are now gently flowing down her face as she again panics. They not only symbolize her frustration but say HELP!

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