Other side of The Mirror

Prologue

Fate and Death skip hand in hand,

Along life's Merry Dance.

With time they sing a soulful tune,

With nothing left to chance.

And though life's dance will always cease,

The soul still carries on.

For when life's journey is at an end,

Death's Dance as just begun.

Prologue

Time was ticking by very slowly, or maybe it just seemed slower looking at it from the wrong way round. Either way Leighton Mathews was becoming more agitated by the passing of every slow minute.

Sitting all alone on her bed with nothing but the tormenting hands of time as company she thought of how she had gotten in this mess and sighed. The old cliché of 'Be careful of what you wish for' seemed to ring loud in her ears.

Hearing the door slam and the familiar yet now disturbing vocals that she had heard herself say many times before echoed up the stairway. It was home. Moments later the bedroom door burst open and large smiles beamed her way as her reflection dropped the school bag carelessly on the floor to admire the image in the mirror before jumping ceremoniously onto the bed. Leighton felt the vibrations beneath her.

Staring at her own image was not something she enjoyed. It was a stark reminder of what she had given up with no regard of the consequences.

It had been a week since they switched places and the novelty had soon worn off. Seeing as her reflection seemed in such a good mood, she decided to be brave.

“I don't think this is going to work anymore.”

Smiling sweetly, her reflection feigned confusion. “What's not going to work anymore?”

Leighton swallowed the fear rising in the back of her throat. “Erm...this situation.”

Slowly rising from the bed her reflection sauntered to the mirror her blue eyes darkening like clouds before the eruption of a great storm.

“And what situation is that?”

Leighton hated her reflection. Hated herself even more and worst of all this was all her own stupid fault. She was trapped on the other side of the mirror.