The Girl With The Dragon Tattoos (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 3

Brightness stung my eyes, I looked around. A field of flowers? I get up from the ground to see nothing but an endless sea of daisies, baby's breath and other sorts of white flowers. I turn around to see a mirror, the flowers around it wilting. I look to see myself, but I wouldn't say it was me. The mirror was black except for this almost demonic version on me. She didn't look right. She looked human but held herself as If this was her first time standing. she looks gaunt, the dress she was wearing barely being held up by her stature. Her face was the most disturbing, she looked almost zombie like. Her face looked exactly like mine other than the grey skin, sunken eyes which were black, her cracked lips turner up into a smile. I'd swear I've seen her before? The service station! Although it was only a shadow I remember that the silhouette looked like hers.

I took a step back "Who are you?" I croaked.

The figure merely snickered back "I'm you. Isn't it obvious." Her satanic cackle disturbed my very being. "Oh, sweetie don't look so scared" she put her hands to her face and ogled me like I was a child. I cringed but she just laughed. "If you let me out I won't tear your soul piece by piece" Her strangled laughter only grew. It became deafening.

The ground shook as the glass on the mirror wobbled and the wilting flower patch grew and turned to dust. The monster stuck out her hand and with a crack the glass shattered. She reached her arm out and grabbed my face. Skull rapturing pain scorched my head and swelled up in the rest of my body. I started to lose consciousness until a warm light covered my body and the pain almost melted away, the hag's screams echoed, and I squinted with the last bit of energy I had and saw the glass being put back together. A soft hand glided across my face.

"I'll protect you always" was the last thing I hear before I woke back up in my room.

The bitter chill welcomed me as I sat up, I rubbed my eyes. What a freaky dream. I tried to convince myself, I mean it can't be real. Definitely a dream. My hands were shaking as my heart beat filled my ears. I got out of bed and moved to my en suite and washed my face hoping it would snap me out of this silly trance. I took a couple of breaths and my heart seemed to return to normal. I re-entered my room and grabbed my phone off the side table of my bed and read the screen to see the time. 7:03 am. Well there's no point in going back to sleep because I didn't want to go back to sleep after that nightmare.

I went to go open my wardrobe and grab the plastic bags full of clothes and sort them out to their appropriate places, I mean I had time so why not? Plus, it's a great distraction so I can stop thinking about that damn dream so I wacked on some chill music and continued sorting out my clothes until 7:48 and I was just about done. I looked in the last bag and it held my new school uniform I took it and felt the stiff fabric in my fingers. The blazer was a traditional black with the school logo on the pocket and the name of the school under the logo which read, 'Oakridge Secondary School'. It's about January time now so I'll only be spending until my GCSE's - which is around may, at that school and then I may go stay on for 6th form or go somewhere else I have yet to decide. I hung the blazer up in my wardrobe with some black skirts and trousers as well as a couple of school shirts which were white with grey stripes to which I thought was weird, but all school uniforms have to be unique to the school in some way, so I guess it's the shirts at this school. Lastly, I hung up a grey school jumper which felt a bit higher quality than my old school jumper.

Once I was done with that I pulled out a pair of black mom jeans, a black and white thinly stripped crop top and a flannel. I then go to my bathroom and wash my face, put on some moisturiser, grab my glasses and my phone then head downstairs. My mum always likes to wake up early so its unsurprising to see my mum eating a bowl of cereal at 8 in the morning sitting up on her new stools by the breakfast bar. "Oh, hi honey." She dropped her spoon into the finished bowl of oats and fruits, she's so healthy I wish I could have that dedication to healthy eating I say to myself as I get out some coco pops and fill up a bowl myself. "You're up early?" My mum voices expecting a response.