Why Have You Brought Me Here?

Chapter 5: The Mirror

Hey Wattpadders!! A big THANK YOU to those who have been reading, voting, and commenting. Sorry for the massive paragraphs in the earlier chapters....sometimes i get too intense lol. Comment and tell me what you think should happen next in the story. If it's a good idea...i might just use it and dedicate that chapter to YOU!!! As always, enjoy!!

Sincerely,

Sarah  (i think we can be on a first name basis now, right?)

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Chapter 5: The Mirror

"What do you mean, Meg?"

She raised an eyebrow and scoffed at whatever thought she had in her mind. As she said "nothing" and turned her back on me to wake up the other girls, I heard her mumble underneath her breath, "It shall be worse this time." Something bad was going to happen. I could feel it. The way she had embedded her eyes into my face and my gown-she saw me in Christine's image, which was difficult for me to believe.

Growing up, I was hardly allowed to look at mirrors. I wished to see my appearance, but my mother had always pushed aside the idea, later saying that I "looked beautiful" and "didn't need a mirror to convey that this was true."

Walking back to my mother's room...my room, I noticed the bright sun attempting to shine through the dusty windows. With a motion of my hand, I cleared away the dirt and allowed the warmth and light to resonate within each corner of my scope.

As I turned around, before me was a massive, yet elegant mirror. A smile cascaded across my face. Now I could finally see my reflection, fix my hair, since earlier I had gotten dressed in the dark, unwilling to light a candle.

My body was shaped like an hourglass. Black, loosely dwindling curls hid my shoulders and back. I had always admired my black hair-my mother had brown hair, and my father had blonde hair. When I think upon it, every physical piece of me, except for my bruiting green eyes and black tresses, was the exact resemblance of my mother. My features held nothing of my father's genes. I often joked around with him when I was younger, asking him if he "was really my father?"

As I stared more intensely at the image in the mirror, I had a sudden urge to touch it, purely to see if it was real. I looked different, tired. Abruptly, the image changed. My dark curls were softening into a light brown; my eyes resembled chestnut, and my once pink gown now appeared white, the same style as a wedding dress. The image in the mirror did not belong to me...it was my mother's. Fear rushed over me, but as I closed my eyes, I reopened them a moment later only to find comfort in the image before me.

How could I be afraid of my mother's image? My own flesh and blood.

I had a moment of delusion, most likely brought on by fatigue and hunger. The light from the window moved upwards, as if to save me from the form in front of me. My face and body had returned...if they were ever gone to begin with.  

Disinterestedly, I grabbed a long sheet and draped it over the entirety of the mirror. As I turned my back to the glass, I whispered silently "Thank you mother, I miss you too."

As soon as I opened the door to leave my room, a low and obscure voice behind me whispered back...

 "I miss you more."  

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Hey guys...sorry for the cliffhanger :) I don't want to rush into her first actual encounter with the Phantom. AND...i'm sorry it's kinda short (compared to my other chapters). I'm still trying to decide if i should add in the Phantom's POV or not. COMMENT ME AND TELL ME IF I SHOULD OR SHOULDN'T!! :)

I'll upload Chapter 6 later if I see that people are even reading this story. Until next time, adieu :)