Mirror Me

I just walked back from an errand. I had to go to the supermarket and get a few ingredients for my dad's cooking. Yeah, he wasn't exactly the best chef, but after my mum had that accident, he's the only one to cook here. I was standing in front of my house, the day was nice and sunny. I knocked on the door, just waiting for my dad to open.

After a few seconds, I could hear Dad's deep voice asking "Who is it?".

"It's me, Jo!" I replied.

Dad opened the door. "Hey, did you get the ingredients?"

I shut the door, after I entered. "Yeah. The supermarket is having a fifty percent off sale." I said.

"That's what they all say, just to attract customers." He said.

"If you say so."

I gave him the bag of ingredients.

The house was only new, and I was still getting used to it. Hard to do because this house was fancier than that dump we used to call home. The living room was like any other, a few couches, a table, and TV.

Dad and I haven't finished the designs yet, but my room, upstairs, is already done; The room is beige. Just my bookshelf, computer, window, bed, closet, and lastly a big mirror on the wall.

I went upstairs, to the hallway, passing by my dad's room, and onto my own. I threw myself on the bed. "I got up pretty darn early this morning" I said to myself.

"Hi, Joeyyy.." I heard a voice, that sounded just like mine.

"Who's there?" I asked. "And nobody calls me Joey!" I yelled, angrily, with my fists ready, getting off the bed.

"I'm sorry, Joey--Oops.. My bad.."

I let my fists go. "It's alr-" And that's when I curled up my fists again. "Where are you?!" I noticed the voice was coming out of nowhere.

"I'm right here.. What was it they say.. Oh, yes.. Mirror mirror, on the wall."

I walked over to the mirror slowly. My fists were already ready. "Huh?" I was puzzled. "All I see is me; Slightly muscular, somewhat tall, black eyes, short blonde hair, dark grey hoodie, and ripped blue jeans." I glanced at my ripped jeans, also passing by my black and white shoes, then back to the mirror. "Alright, enough with the prank."

"Prank? This isn't a prank.. Look at the mirror again, please.."

Not knowing what to do, I just stared at the mirror. I waved at the mirror, it was normal. It waved just like me, there was nothing wrong. Then, the me in the mirror stopped and said "Hi". The second it did, I quickly stepped back, tripping on my untied shoelace, falling onto the floor.

"Come play with me.." The voice said, in a whiny tune.

"Alright, now I'm freakin' out!!" I yelled, while getting up. I quickly ran towards the door, but it was locked. I banged on the door over and over, but it was still locked. I constantly yelled for Dad, but it didn't make a difference either.

"It's just you and me.. We can play now.. It'll be fun.. Come on.. Play with me.." The voice said in a joyful, playful, but yet creepy way.

I ran to the mirror, tried to smash it with pretty much everything I could find, including my fists. But somehow, it just wouldn't. I ran towards the window, but I couldn't smash that either. It must've been somewhing with The Voice.

"When are you going to just play with me.." The voice said, upset.

I yelled, yelled everywhere, calling for help, but nobody could hear my screams.

"Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. I'm. Bored. Let's. Play." Now in a musical voice.

I was going mad, but then, I sighed, pulled down the hood off my hoodie, and ran my hand through my hair. It's something boys do, but I see nothing wrong with a girl doing it. "How do we start..?" I said, in a pained voice.

"I think you know how."

I slowly walked towards the mirror, with fear, as shown by my heart racing, constant sweating, and shaking legs. I stood in front of the mirror, still scared and nervous, doing nothing else. My reflection smiled, but I wasn't.

"Step inside the mirror." The voice said. Not the reflection of the mirror.

My mirror's reflection offered a hand, the hand came out of the mirror. By then, I nearly wet my pants. I could just barely walk, with my legs shaking. Extremely slowly, I grabbed it's hand with my earthquake-like hand. It pulled me in.


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I was sent to somewhere when I was pulled inside the mirror. That place turned out to be Jacob's Greens; Green Plains a few blocks away from home. The sky was red, along with the ground. There were people bleeding on the ground everywhere, I could barely walk without accidentally stepping on a corpse. Then again, I couldn't walk even if I tried, thanks to my nervous habits.

I noticed my hands and mouth were somewhat wet, so I looked at my hands. They were covered in blood, each of them holding blood-soaked daggers. I stared for a while there, my eyes wide open in shock, until I quickly dropped both of them, and quickly stepped back.

With one of my sleeves, I wiped off the water on my mouth, but it wasn't water. It turned out to be blood. I could only stare at my sleeve. The surprise, fear, and blood was all too much, I slowly lost my balance, along with my consciousness.

...

Later, I woke up by the sound of a flute being played, which happened to be my favorite instrument. I opened my eyes, to see it was being played by a girl. A girl that looked alot like me. She could be my twin. The only difference was her dress, which was black.

"Oh, you're awake!" The girl said, with the same voice as me.

I noticed I was resting on a hospital bed. I was wearing a hospital gown, too. I scanned the area; it was nothing out of the ordinary, just a regular hospital.

"You know, it's not nice to ignore." The girl said in a voice, slightly sad.

As I noticed her standing next to me, I quickly got off the bed, or rather, attempted to. The moment I tried to get off the bed, I felt my right hand hurting me far too much. I started moaning, I quickly looked at my hand, and how there is a dagger right through it, my hand bleeding like crazy!

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot to--" The girl said, but was interrupted by my scream.

My heart beat faster by the second. I've never even seen this much blood.

"It's rude to interrupt.." The girl said, before entering a moment of silence, then speaking again. "You had a small problem because you went asleep. Weren't you going to play?!" She yelled.

I could not speak; this was all too much for me. A few moments only after she yelled, I was able to answer. "Wh-Wh-Wh..." I quietly said."What's going on--Agh!" The pain was too much for me to handle. I was heavily breathing, as I had already lost a lot of blood.

"This is your punishment for not playing with me!" The girl yelled. "I didn't think you'd be this weak though. You seemed a lot stronger. Here, let me help you with--"

The girl was yet again interrupted by me. "Get away from me!" I quickly said, getting off the bed."Just get away from me!!" I yelled, crying in pain.

I slowly tried to get the dagger out of my hand, which was a problem because it went completely through, I could see the end of the dagger. My only result was another yell of pain, with the dagger still there.

The girl sat on the hospital bed I was on. "Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock." The girl said. "You should be asking for help soon. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock."

I wasn't paying attention to a word she said. "Ah, now I get it. This is a dream. I just need some even stronger pain to wake up." I said, with a fake smile.

"We both know that's not true, Joey." The girl said. "Just say the words. You know... Rhymes with Kelp Sea?" The girl smiled.

I stayed quiet. My tears were truly full of pain, the pain that was soon to kill me. I tried not to scream to show that girl the fact that I didn't need help, but I couldn't. The pain was too much for me. I screamed a scream that felt like it would go around the world and into space. I just couldn't; the pain was too much for me.

With no thought, I quickly ran back near the bed where she was sitting, and sat on my knees. With my left hand, I quickly grabbed part of the girl's dress.

"Nhghh.." I said, still in pain. The amount of blood loss was almost going to make me faint again. "Help.. Me.." I said in pain.

"I told you! But that doesn't look too good. Just rest here.." The girl said, as I did what she said. "Good. Now just relax." She said, walking to get a few tools.

"I'm just dreaming.. I get it now.. My death will wake me up.." I said, dizzy. "Goodbye, dreamland."

My eyes slowly closed, as the last things I could recall were the sounds of the girl's footsteps getting louder and louder, a violent scream of my death, and the girl yelling at me. But I wasn't so sure what she said.. I believe it was "Joey! No! This isn't ...... !" As she put her hand on my chest, I could hear her cry and say the last things I heard. "I ...... you"

Perhaps it was the word love or the word am. Then again, the word hate comes to mind. love? Adore? Am? Despise? Hate? I'd call her Joey. I love you, Joey. I'll deliver this message some way, some how, because in a weird twisted way.. I loved this game~