Stalker in the Mirror

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Adira

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I woke to the sound of tapping and sun shining in my face. After my mom came home, late, we ate leftover spaghetti and went to bed. That was our normal routine. The only one we had for the most part, because she was never home.

Tap.

I groaned and pulled my pillow over my head. "Mom, stop, I don't have school. I don't need to be awake," I mumbled into my pillow, not awake enough yet to realize that the sound couldn't be coming from my mom because she would have been at work already.

"You're mom's not home, Adira."

I froze at the voice. Obviously not my mother's, it was a boy's. The only boy I knew who could be in my house at that time was the one in the mirror. I still wasn't used to him, not as much as I had liked to believe.

I rolled over pulling the covers up so they were under my chin. Since I didn't normally walk around in my underwear, I also wasn't one to let people see me in my pajamas either. Especially when they only consisted of a spaghetti strap tank top and a pair of old basketball shorts that were probably too small, but still comfy enough to sleep in.

"Go away," I mumbled around a yawn as I tried to get my eyes to focus on the mirror across the room, but it was empty. I closed my eyes again not motivated to find out where he was this time.

"I can't do that. You see, I happen to be very comfortable right where I am."

"Oh? And where might that be?" I wondered if I was dreaming or talking in my sleep.

"Almost right next to you."

His voice dropped to almost a whisper and the sound of my desk chair's wheels rolling across the wood floor had me tensing up again.

It has to be a dream. It's only a dream. Just wake up.

"It's not a dream, Adira. All you have to do is open your eyes."

He sounded closer, a lot closer. The chair had stopped moving, and I thought I could hear him breathing. My eyes stayed squeezed shut and my grip on the pillow under my head tightened as inconspicuously as I could manage. Once I was sure my grip wasn't going to slip, I opened my eyes just enough to where I could make out the boy from the mirror's figure.

He was almost at the edge of my bed, only a couple feet away. He was sitting in my desk chair with one leg resting on top of the other one, totally relaxed. He wasn't paying attention to me, I could see his eyes darting around the room, looking at things. Adrenaline started to course through me as I thought out a plan, a bad one, but at the time it was better than doing nothing in my mind. I hadn't even started to process how he was out of my mirror and physically in my room, that was to be saved for a time when my instincts weren't telling me to take care of the potential threat.

Slowly, carefully, I pulled my legs closer to me, bending them at the knee so I would be able to push off the bed with them. He didn't notice as I shifted my weight around slightly so I was almost facing him head on. He didn't notice anything until I was sitting up and lunging at him with the pillow held out towards his face. His head snapped back in my direction and I saw his eyes widen. This time, he was the one who froze and looked like he didn't have the slightest clue of what to do. Until I collided with him.

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Kade

"What the hel-?!" I started to ask before a pillow was shoved into my face and another body slammed into mine with a knee right to my stomach. I grunted from the impact as the chair rolled backwards before it tipped over and sent me onto my back with Adira on top of me.