As the tips if my fingers hit the glass, a wrinkle went through my mirror as if it were some sort of liquid, in fear I backed away and starred at my moving mirror when it slowed I put my hand through and it felt like there was another side to, so I slipped my hand out and toke the mirror off the wall, but it was my normal white wall.
"What is this!?"
I asked myself in agony
Slipping the mirror back on to it's surface I looked at it wondering what to do, I paced the room trying to think of what this meant for me.
"Sally what are you doing?"
My mother asked poking her head into the door way, watching me as I had my hand on holding my chin as I was thinking with all my might.
I looked up at her and replied
"Mama! The mirror moves! See!"
I went up to the mirror trying to prove a point, and like it did before it moved in a liquefying way
"Sally I don't see a thing"
She replied looking at me thinking I was clearly insane
"You don't...see it?"
I then touched the mirror again, and it moved but I was the only one who saw it, even my little brother Henry didn't see it.
It was so confusing was I supposed to see this for some reason? but why did it pick me?
When mother called for me to help with dinner I ran down the stairs to help, and the whole time I was stirring soup or cleaning dishes I couldn't keep my mind off of the mirror...and for some random reason I had a sudden urge to jump into the glass...I didn't really want to go but I felt like I needed too.
When dinner was ready I sat down and ate, preparing to jump into the mirror,even though I had no idea what was actually in there, I really, really, really felt like I had to do this.
As we finished cleaning up after dinner I ran upstairs to the bed room and stood close to the glass to stare at it, touching it every once in a while; with my hand underneath my chin I just stood there starring at my mirror.
"This is a bad idea" I said "I should just throw it out"
I told myself
But after a few moments that I had said this I started to walk away but my little brother bumped into me and I fell through the mirror.
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So she fell through! Finally! I wonder what's in there!! Anyway if you are liking it please vote, comment or follow thanks!!!!!!!
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The Other Side
FantasyHave you ever wondered that maybe a mirror is more then just a mirror? have you ever thought that maybe your mirror is someone else's mirror that maybe someone is on the other side doing everything you do all the time? And know one ever realizes it?
