The Other Side

Chapter 3

I just want to say thanks to the PERSON actually reading this.>;P I know it probably sucks, but this is my first, so haters, go easy on me.
      
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      Helena looked at the mirror some more. It was very old-fashioned and had a complex pattern on the frame. It was strangely crystal clear and not covered in dust like everything else in the house. She gently touched the mirror and touched the reflection of her face. She sighed.

        Suddenly a small draft blew her hair a bit. That was strange. She was sure all the windows were shut. She went over to one that faced the front of the house. It was nailed shut. Actually, all of them were. "What the hell?   It's an old house of course there's probably a draft in here."

    

        She looked back at the mirror, for some reason she felt oddly drawn to it. She couldn't pull herself away from the spotless cold glass. She closed her eyes again, " I wish my life didn't suck..." The breeze was back, but a little stronger this time. It started getting stronger and stronger, until of felt as windy as it was outside in the storm. She kept her eyes closed, afraid of what she would find when she opened her eyes.

         Then... absolute silence.

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          Helena opened her eyes slowly. She was suddenly in the front yard of the house. But the only thing missing was the house! It was as if the entire house had disappeared. Or if it was never there at all. Just an empty lot covered in dead grass, patches of dirt, and weeds.

           She was so confused! Had the entire house been a dream; had she just passed out on the sidewalk and dreamed it!? No, it couldn't be. She looked around for her backpack. It was no where to be seen. Did someone steal it!? "Great! I lost a backpack AND a bike!" Before she had left school, someone had stolen her bike and left a note saying "demons don't ride bikes!"

            She sighed, she would have to walk home. But then it hit her! It wasn't raining and everything was completely dry! Now things were really getting weird! She looked around and headed towards the busiest street.

Nobody was there... Cars, people, everything that should have been there wasn't! Even the street lights were off!

"What's going on!!!" she thought.

     She ran home as quick as she could until she couldn't breathe and collapsed on her front lawn. She took a moment to catch her breath. Helena slowly walked inside.

"John!? Mom!? Anyone home!?"

         She dashed around the house desperately looking for any sign of her family.

She ran into the living room and stopped.

Her mom had kept an old mirror on the wall. And there, instead of seeing her own reflection, was her brother sitting on the couch that was empty.

      She ran to the mirror. The reflection showed the living room, but instead of showing only her in the room, she saw her mom and brother sitting on the couch. Her mother was reading and her brother was watching TV.

         Helena pounded on the mirror trying to get their attention, but to no prevail. She pounded so much the mirror started cracking and making her hands bleed. She cried and cried, scared of what was happening and unsure of what to do.

"There, there... it's okay." a gentle voice spoke, as she caressed her head slowly."Shh...don't cry. I'm here for you."