Beyond the Mirrors

Chapter 3: Mirrors

"Well that flatters you now doesn't it." Sophia again says cheerfully. I finally notice that she is wearing the same thing. With her brown eyes and curly brown hair that was now in a sloppy pony tail, she looked as cozy as ever. That is probably why I didn't notice.

"How did you know my size?"

"It's so weird. They only provided one size. For some reason everyone that they kidnapped are all the same size, everything. Even the guys. We just LOOK different. But you won't be seeing any obese people here. They made sure of that!" She exclaimed.

"THEY?! Who's THEY?!" I asked her, "And why are we wearing tank tops and booty shorts in the middle of the winter?!"  Sophia pursed her lips. She dragged my to a deck and opened the doors. 

"Because Lizzy, we are in a different world now." My jaw dropped. All I could see were mirrors. Everywhere. Sure, there were the stores and the cafes but.... there are no skys, and road would just stop but look like they went on forever in the reflection. At first, I didn't think they were mirrors, but then I looked up and to the side; and everywhere I saw my reflection. It's actually scary! Sophia was quiet, letting me soak it all in. 

"Can I touch it?!" I asked her. 

"Be my guest." She replied and gave me a sad smile. I'll bet she has already touched the mirrors a million times before. 

It felt cool to the touch. Just like any regular mirror. I could see every little part of me. I have never liked mirrors. Sure I know that I am pretty enough; with blond hair and blue eyes, the dream of every other girl. But mirrors point out every flaw that you have. And some flaws- they are better not knowing. How many girls have looked at themselves in a mirror and decided that they weren't good enough? That they weren't pretty enough. Then they go on and kill themselves. If we couldn't see ourselves, then none of it would happen. No one would be racist, because they wouldn't know that they looked any different. No one would walk down the hallway and tell someone that they are ugly, because who know's?! Maybe they are ugly too! I got this hatred of mirrors because of my best friend. A guy said that she wasn't pretty enough for him, and when she got home she looked in the mirror and decided that she wasn't pretty enough for anyone; and took a bullet to the head. Since that day, mirrors became my sworn enemy. I broke every single one that I saw. Now I am in a place that is surrounded by mirrors.

I slammed my fists against the mirrors as hard as I could. Immediately feeling shooting pains. But I kept hitting, and with each blow I became more hysterical. Sobbing until I fell to my knees pressed against the mirror.  Sophia came over to me. 

"Hey hey it's OK! I did the same thing. But listen, no matter what you do you can't break them. Trust me, we've tried every way imaginable. Guns, fists, spears, everything. They are indestructible. Now let's go inside and I show you everything." Sophia told me sympathetically. Not that it helped.

"You mean we are stuck here?!" I started bawling all over again. Sophia said nothing but helped me up and supported me the whole way back into the building where I woke up.