Don’t know how much time I have; I’ll keep it short.
T’was late-night. I was chilling in the bathroom reading, just as we all do. It was all well and splendid, until something caught my eye.
My eyes flickered around, then came to a rest on the mirror. There, in the slivery frame, was the unmistakable figure of my reflection.
Wtf? My heart raced as I scrambled to get my pants on and I leapt toward the mirror.
There it was, clear as day. Staring at me through the cool mirror-glass. My reflection.
It said something, but I couldn’t hear.
“…I can’t hear you.” I felt weird speaking aloud, but what else could I do?
It slapped a palm to its face, then left for a moment. I sank down on the vanity top, trying to convince myself that I wasn’t going crazy. I could call someone, sure, but who would believe me?
My reflection was back, having returned with paper and marker. Too stunned to speak, I ran to grab my own. On my way back, I grabbed a camera, just in case.
When I returned, it already had a messaged written.
Hello. It winked at me, smiling.
Hi.
It noticed the camera.
Uh, could you not? Camera shy. Sorry
Sorry!
So you’re Kat? The real one!
…yes, and who are you?
Your reflection! ;)
…you got a name, reflection?
Nope.
and you don’t speak?
reflections don’t talk, silly! ;)
We “talked” for a bit, they seemed nice. Then, out of the blue:
Hey, what’s your world like? Can I see??
Yeah? Sure! How tho
Gimme a sec.
She disappeared past the frame. I waited a while, and then she returned with a hammer.
You might wanna stand back.
I took a generous leap back. She swung the hammer, and the glass shattered.
My reflection climbed through, paper in hand. She handed the paper to me, still grinning.
**Oh Kat, how I’ve waited for this day.
…to be honest, I quite envy you. You get to enjoy this happy life of free will, but I’m stuck here having to do whatever you want! Finally, I’m free!
…why I didn’t do this earlier? I needed to be invited, see? And your confirmation was just what I needed.**
She winked again, her smile sickly sweet.
…but there can’t be two of us, can there?
She looked at me expectantly, hammer in hand.
Sorry.
I took that as my cue to leave, and took off running out the door and down the stairs. I skidded through the living room to the front door, where I realised I left my keys upstairs. Drat.
Too late- she was already halfway down the stairs.
I ran into the storeroom and locked the door behind me. So here I am now. I don’t know what to do- she has a weapon and I’m absolute shit at fighting.
She’s coming nearer- I don’t have anywhere to go. Help! If anyone can get here, I’m at 13 Elmnhfdfjhfkafghhjii9⁰