Mirrors ⇔ Cube SMP

Chapter Three

So life continued on that way for a bit. Over the next week, I kept talking to Jordan's gaming friends and I kept having the nightmare. But I kept getting closer to the mirror.

I tried to tell Jordan but he told me they were just nightmares.

Then one morning I woke up screaming, like always.

But this time it was in pain.

Jordan tried to calm me but when he touched my back, I flinched.

He pulled up my shirt to find two cuts across my back. Like an 'X'.

They healed over quickly but Jordan was pissed and wanted to know who did it to me.

There were no signs of a break in and they couldn't figure out what weapon was used.

"The only thing that makes sense is either glass or fingernails. That's impossible." The cops explained.

That's when I asked a question that would make Jordan go out of his mind with worry.

"What happens if the person comes back?"

Jordan's eyes widened and he held me close.

"I- I won't let them."

"But Jordan. What if I die? Would you be able to move on?"

He held me tighter like it would make it so that I could never leave.

"I don't know. But you won't die. So it doesn't matter."

"I'm just saying. I wouldn't want you to throw away your life just because of me."

He hesitated before ruffling my hair.

"You have an odd mind."

"I know."

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I had an eerie feeling right before I went to bed so I decided to write down everything that I had been feeling just in case.

I went to bed with my necklace on, hoping that might ward off the nightmare.

It didn't.

This time, I approached the mirror and touched it.

The moment my finger touched the cool glass, it felt as though I had just been lightly shocked.

My eyes shot open to see my ceiling.

I turned over and looked at my alarm clock.

3:37 AM

I swung my feet over the side of my bed and stood.

I didn't know where I was going but my feet just started moving.

I walked out into the hallway and into the bathroom.

It was just like the nightmare.

In the full size mirror was what should've been in the reflection. Except it was tinted red. And yet again, my reflection wasn't there. But it was laying dead on the floor. My hand moved towards the mirror almost robotically. My finger touched the the glass and the mirror rippled like water. I dipped my hand into the mirror. It felt like I just opened up the refrigerator. I take a deep breath and try to get my body to stop moving. But it was like someone else had control.

I stepped through the mirror.

Immediately my eyes closed in pain. I heard a shatter behind me. It felt like my lungs deflated like a leaking balloon and my ribs felt like they were being stepped on. I couldn't breathe and I tried to scream but it was like my mouth was sewn shut.

I passed out.