Peridot hasn't always had the best of luck. Or the best life, for that matter. Living in a crumbling apartment with the threat of it collapsing on top of you while you sleep isn't really a pleasant way to live but its the only life Peridot has ever...
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"Um. Excuse me?" Peridot shot up from her bed, frantically looking around for the voice. She was so certain that it was real, not just something her head had made up for her own comfort. She rubbed her eyes with the palms of her hands. She felt drained.
"H-hello?" There it was! Again, so quiet that Peridot just barely heard it over the mechanical humming of cars driving past her apartment and the overall noise of the city.
She rubbed the sore spot on her chest as she moved forward. It had scarred, she had found out bitterly. A constant reminder of all the shit she'd gone through in the span of 24 hours. Her life had crumbled to pieces before her very eyes. And now she couldn't even die. From what she knew. There had to be a way, she just had to find out how. Then she'd be free.
Peridot spotted the glimmer of the mirror from the corners or her peripheral and she immediately spun around and grabbed the object, frantically turning it over. The last time she'd seen this thing it had been shattered and now here it was, sitting comfortably on her bedroom floor, fixed, looking like she didn't try and smash the damn thing with a knife literally less than a day ago. The gem on the back was still cracked, she inspected with a small crooked smile. She figured that thing must be the power source so destroying it would be the only way to make sure the mirror didn't ruin another persons life. She reached back for her knife but before her digits could wrap around the handle once again, she heard another noise come from the mirror.
"Hey!! Stop that". It was the voice again. This time louder. A lot louder. And she spun the mirror back around, her hand frozen above the reflective glass. There, inside the mirror, was a woman. She had dark caramel skin covered in light blue and gold freckles with deep royal blue hair and wide, glazed over eyes that seemed to reflect in the light. Her pupils were a slightly darker colour, barely visible but still there, staring straight up at Peridot. In other words she was beautiful and mysterious and the blonde felt her heart flutter a little as she opened her mouth to respond.
"Uhh. Ummmm" came her very intelligent reply.
The woman seemed to smirk at her from inside her mirror prison, her thin lips quirking up into the tiniest smile. And then they fell just as quickly. Peridot wasn't even sure she actually smiled and continued to open and close her mouth like a goldfish in the hopes that her brain would start working again.
"Wh-who the fuck are you?" The blonde woman asked, finally getting her mouth to work. It had finally settled upon her that this strange woman looking up at her was the cause of all her suffering. She was the reason some innocent man was dead. She was also probably the reason why she herself wasn't dead at this particular moment. A surge of anger shot through her chest and with that, came quickly growing confidence. She picked up the mirror, clutching it tightly between her fingers. "Yeah, who do you think you are coming into my life and controlling me like that? That was you wasn't it? The thing that made me kill someone? What the fuck!?" Her voice gradually grew louder and louder as she ranted on.
