Reading In Reverse

Love from another world

Another day, another thesis to write. I'm not enjoying university as much as I thought I would honestly. My roommate is usually at the club late so I have the room to myself tonight. Which when I think about it, is awesome, because whenever she is in here, she's always making out with someone. I'm starting to feel like she only came to the university to find a husband. But let me tell you, she'll never find a husband while wearing those trashy outfits. I know, that was rude, but I'm also an honest person. Which has its perks and its downsides?  

Anyways, I'm sitting in my room when there's a knock on the door. I feel like letting them just stand there. The door is like 20ft away and I don't feel like moving a muscle. But then I hear my R.A.'s voice and I'm met with an imminent decision that I need to open up the door. I swing my left leg over my bed and slop to the floor, where I gather enough strength to crawl on my stomach to the door. I open it whilst still being on my stomach and surely there is my R.A. looking so unimpressed with me I might as well be Ron Weasley breaking my wand in the second year. 

"Cass, may I ask what in tarnation are you doin' ?" His thick accent Georgian accent never ceases to impress me, he moved up here because tuition in the states is too expensive for his family. He's got his hands on his hips and he's staring at me like I'm a child who just wrote on the walls. In all fairness, I am acting more childlike than usual, mainly because I'm tired and don't feel like acting like a civilized young adult.

"I was too tired to walk from my bed to the door, what does it look like?" I give him the 'isn't it obvious?' stare and then a cute smile because I feel like being a tiny bit flirty. Maybe give it a chance. I've had one boyfriend, and that didn't end too well. We were an on again-off again couple and it was destroying my self-esteem.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" He's asked me this before, but he always seems to forget. I hate how he always forgets it. 

"It's called Heterochromia iridium, I've told you before. It literally just means my eyes are two different colors. My left is gray and my right is blue." 

 My R.A. gives me an exhausted look and proceeds to my next door neighbor. As I close the door, the lights start flickering in an odd manner but I decide to let it go. 

I open a pack of ramen and decide that it would be a better option than going to the cafeteria where everyone fights for the last of the food at this hour. I put on some background music and let myself melt into my bed. I drown out the sounds and focus on my breathing. One... Two... One... Two... 

My concentration is disrupted by the sound of someone pushing paper under a door. I look to see and what surprises me is that nothing is there. I think nothing of it at first, but then in the corner of my eye, I see it. The piece of paper. Not anywhere near my dorm door, but coming out of my closet. My heart rate picks up and I am now scared to check my closet. What a dumb fear to have when you're 21. Scared of the monsters in the closet. That's something that would scare a 6-year-old. Maybe it's just a freshman playing a dumb joke. But then, how would he have gotten into my dorm.  No one has the key card, besides my roommate. 

I'm going to be brave, I am going to get up out of my chair and I'm going to open my closet door and nothing will be there. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I've started shaking. My pale, bony hands finally let go of the blue IKEA desk chair, standard in every room. This isn't like the movies, where the girl stands behind her boyfriend who holds a bat, ready to swing at any sudden movement. The sharpest thing I have is a shaving razor, and I doubt that'll do anything if whatever is behind that door is any bigger than me. I'm kinda small, but I like to think of myself as tough. Fake it till you make it, I guess. 

Whatever it is, starts scratching at the door. I don't know what the fuck that thing is but it doesn't scare me. It can't. I close my eyes and slowly open the door. A thousand things are going through my mind at the moment, like "Shit! Am I going to die??" or "I never got to go skinny dipping!" Yes, I'm about to die and THAT'S what's going through my mind right now. I swing it open, but my eyes won't open. I want to open them, but I think at the same time, I really don't. I don't want to face what's in my closet. A 6-year-olds nightmare, come to life and I'm standing right in front of it. Who in their right minds would want to open it?

I tell myself again, I need to be brave. I open my eyes and what I see isn't what I expected at all. There's a mirror. Floor to ceiling. Not that the ceiling is very high. But I can see my whole body. There's nothing else in here. But then I notice something very different. 

My left is blue and my right is gray. Then it hits me! This isn't me! This isn't even a reflection of me! So I move my left hand. Her right goes up. 

She looks at the letter on the floor...

I hesitantly reach for it and read its contents. 

In giant red letters, it's written: WELCOME TO HELL ;)

That's when I feel the gust of wind from behind me, which is supposed to be a brick wall, push me into the mirror, following suite a dark abyss into nothing.