Glass Wall

Chapter 2

By Sunday morning I had had three dreams eerily similar to the first. They wouldn't leave me alone, and I found myself remembering them like I would 

remember when I first met Caralyn. Like something that was a part of me, something I had experienced, but I hadn't. Magic wasn't real, I had never 

worn a red ball gown, nor had I ever seen a person that looked like me in a purple gown and a crown. In fact, I had never seen a person like me, or 

even related to me. I have no recollection of my life before age 15. All I remember is running through the rain in the city of Flagstaff, Arizona. I 

didn't have a home or anything else but the jeans and red tank top I was wearing, but I went to Flagstaff High School, and though they found no 

records of me I graduated early by knowing all of the things they were teaching. I was involved in soccer and dive and was valdictorian in school, 

leading to me getting the sports scholarship to college, the only way I was able to attend. I chose Northern Arizona University (You're welcome Mrs. 

Guanell!) That's how I met Caralyn when we found out we would be roomates. Caralyn was the first friend I had since "appearing" in Flagstaff. She was 

the only one who didn't question why I couldn't remember me before age 15, she just accepted it. 

I thought back to the four dreams, and considered telling Caralyn.

"She'll just tell me that they're dreams and nothing more because that's all they are."I said aloud, but part of me wasn't convinced. The same part 

that dealt with my memories.

As I stood facing the mirror I tumbled backwards into a different room.

I was standing in front of a mirror, but when I looked into it, it was me, but it wasn't. The reflection was slightly shorter, and looked to be 

around 13. My black hair flowed down in waves to my hips and was held back away from my face with a headband shaped into two silver braids. The gown 

I wore was absolutely stunning. It was a sleeveless red gown with a darker red top and overlayer to the skirt with a black belt. Along the edge of 

the top layer of the skirt was white fur, and under that, black lace. I had on white gloves that went up to my elbows, and a silver necklace. A 

figure came up behind me, and I recognized her to be the same person who told me to run. In her hands she held a bundle of white fur which she draped 

around my shoulders, it was a coat. 

"You look beautiful daughter."She said, and I turned back to my reflection. 

"Thank you."I replied.

"Now come, we must go."She said, and the vision faded away. 

When I returned to me standing in my dormroom I was pale and shaking. 

"What just happened?"I questioned myself. 

I looked into the mirror, remembering the girl from the "dream". She had had a definite similarity to her mother, but weirder than that, she had a 

similarity to me, like what I would have looked like at that age. I shook my head and walked into my room where I changed out of my sweatpants and 

tanktop into my tracksuit. I grabbed my headphones and IPod, and after scribbling a note to Caralyn I headed out the door and started off at a steady 

jog. I didn't pay attention to where I was going, just enjoying the perfect weather and no traffic until my IPod fell, and I realized where I was. To 

my right were some woods, and to my left was the park where my memories began. I laughed to myself, but picked up my IPod and followed the path into 

the woods. The sunlight that had been bright dimmed as the trees closed over head, but it was still fairly dark. I ran for several minutes and then 

something happened, something changed. Instead of the trees that populated the forrests of Flagstaff, there were tall and fat Redwoods, and a heavy 

snow had started to fall. The most shocking change was to me. I was no wearing a tattered and shreded red ball gown, much like the one from my dream. 

My black hair that had been pulled back and up into a tight ponytail was now down and mixed in with rain, snow, twigs, and mud. My dress was caked in 

it, and I felt very confused. I lifted up the dress and didn't find tennis shoes, but rather black high heels. My phone and IPod were nowhere to be 

found. I was lost in a forest, no one knew where I was, and I was delerious.