Through The Mirror

        Voices thunder upstairs as a bathroom door clicks closed behind a girl. If only they, the girl's parents, would stop arguing. Forward she moves, towards the sink. Eyes glance up from behind dark bangs. They look for themselves in the reflective glass only to find hollow hues staring back blankly. Her hands touch the mirror, grazing over the reflection of her bruised cheek, before resting, palms spread, on either side of her face.

        "I wish I could be somewhere else, anywhere else." releases her voice in a whisper, as a single tear rolls down her cheek.

        What happens next causes the adolescent's eyes to open wide in terror. The glass takes on water's consistency and begins to draw her in. Pulling back, she tries to escape the slippery kidnapper. These movements only cause her to sink further in. The girl calls out while attempting to find solace in the hope that it is all only a dream. Though if it were a dream, why wouldn't she wake up?

        Tears of fear threaten to slip out from her eyes as she shouts for help again, desperation creeping into her throat. Her breath hitches as she continues to struggle helplessly. She is already caught in up to her shoulders.

        In a last attempt to receive aid, she screams as loud as her voice will allow, "Help!"

        Sounds of frantic footsteps reach her ears, and the girl begins to think she may be saved, but the water's pull takes a strong hold of her and swallows her up.

        Darkness envelops her; it feels as though the darkness is never-ending. The girl loses all sense of herself in the gloom, and -after what seems a long period of time- she even begins to question if she had ever been anywhere else.

        When she almost has herself convinced that the life she had led before was only a dream a faint light appears before her. The gentle glimmer matures to a bright shine, and she raises her hand to block it out while traveling closer to the light's source. She treads closer to the shine that is beginning to fill the dark void around her. Only when the girl is as close to the source as she can be does the light dim.

        A gasp escapes her, and she tries to scramble back. The glow's origin had been a large, oval shaped mirror. It is framed by golden tendrils, light colored jewels decorate the vines as though they are flowers, and the mirror itself is without a single deformity.

        The echo of herself in the mirror seems perfect as it reaches out its hand to her. Unconsciously the girl reaches out to the mirror as well, not noticing the evil smile on her shadow's face that had yet to form on her own. Entranced, the girl's hand meets with her reflection's at the thin barrier separating them.

        The surface splinters, causing the girl's arm to jerk back. However, her echo only reaches out for her more through the cracks in the glass. She tries to shrink backwards, but the reflection seizes hold of her wrist and drags her back towards the now sinister mirror.

        It smirks devilishly at the fear showing on the girl's features. The mirror pane begins to ripple and take on the same consistency as the one she had first traveled through. Her shadow's grip tightens when she attempts to pull away; it tugs her to the mirror with great force. The liquid glass catches hold, and she starts to sink into the mirror's face just as before.

        "W-what are you?" is all the girl can force herself to say, barely audible.

        It pulls her through the lucid reflector and says, "I am you." just before the void falls away behind her.