Ah, our story begins in a wood house; it seemed to be in the middle of nowhere although if you looked hard enough you might be able to spot city lights in the dark. The house seemed as though it was falling apart, its windows were shattered giving off a look of eeriness from the domicile. Thick decaying green vines were growing up the side of it, hugging the walls as though it wouldn't let go. The Inside seemed even shabbier then the outside, holes seemed to have taken over the place. White paint was flaking off the walls, and the ceiling seemed like it could collapse at any second. Although the condition of the house wasn't the best, two people seemed to reside in it. Both in which were in the so called living room though it hardly looked like one. The furniture was decaying and molding though one thing seemed out of place. A mirror. It looked new and refined, gold was pattered on the outside edges and the inside was clear and untarnished glass. Both of the people that I had mentioned before (If you were listening) where standing before the mirror both of their exhausted eyes trained on the inside of the glass. The first one on the left was a young woman; she had cerulean eyes and light sapphire hair to match them. She looked as though she was about to burst into tears her eyes watering, as every few seconds she would sniffle. The young man next to her had chocolate colored hair his eyes matched his hair nearly perfectly. He seemed to glare into the mirror almost if he was hopeful it would shatter in its place.
The girl next to him turned to him her cerulean eyes staring into his chocolate ones, “H-How did we-“
“I don’t know!” He snapped at her turning his head to meet her gaze, he instantaneously regretted doing so as the girl seemed to look even more beat as she crumpled to the floor. He keeled down by her his eyes filling with remorse, as he pulled her into a hug. Normally he wouldn't have done this; hell if anyone would have told him that he would go through this, he would seriously have them take a drug test.
“I’m sorry, I promise we’ll find a way to fix this” He said, almost if he was trying to convince himself. If only promises where that easy. The girl seemed to take his words into consideration before straightening up and standing up again her cerulean eyes regaining some light. She reminded him a bit of a certain scarlet haired girl. Although he felt selfish thinking it, he wanted her here with him, to go through what he was experiencing. But that of course was asking too much. He turned towards the clear mirror again, it looked as though it was stained with red. Blood, a sickening copper smell was coming from it. The crimson fluid rolled down the mirror staining the image inside red. Of course because when you look into a magical mirror it’s always a good sign to see blood oozing from it. Both of the people in the room stepped back their eyes widening considerably. As a horrid image focused itself on the mirror in front of them both of their mouths dropped open. A girl with bleach blonde hair ran into the street her mouth twisted into a cheerful smile as she turned around and stopped. A boy with ginger hair, about her age seemed to yell for her as a truck seemed to emerge out of nowhere and was speeding towards the blonde. She seemed to take no notice in till the truck was almost on top of the poor girl and for her it was too late. . .
Smash.
