Elise.

Chapter One

I was standing in a room of mostly darkness, only one light could be found, and it was coming from above me, although I could never fund the source. Mirrors were all around me, I was trapped in some sort of circle, unable to move the mirrors or move anywhere other than the small space I was in. There were nine mirrors, there always was, and my reflection was never in it. Instead, there was an identical version of me on the other side, slowly walking around watching my every move. I was always in some sort of light coloured nightgown, and she was always in a darker coloured one. Eventually, she would stop pacing, and just watch me in one mirror, her hand pressing on the glass. My heart would race, my eyes darting back and forth to see if more girls has come, my hair would stand up on edge, I could tell something was deeply wrong, although I could never exactly say what it was. I would somehow build up my courage and go over to her, slowly meeting her eyes, they seemed helpless in a way. Then, I would lift my hand up, and place it so it matched hers on the glass. As soon as it matched up perfectly, there would be a huge blast of cold air, it felt like I could've froze alive.

And I would wake up in a panic, inside if it was just a dream or If it was reality. After four years of having the same dream over and over again, it would make sense that I would get used to it. But I never did. It still chilled me to the bone.