Inner Choices

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

This story is inspired by the choices we face in ourselves, be they good, or bad.

Anna shuts her car door with a soft clunk, her shoes crunching in the gravel beneath her as she walks towards the front door of her suburban home. Steam billows from her pale lips as she sighs, glad to be away from the stresses of work. As she closes her front door behind her, a flicker of black out of the corner of her eye halts her steps and her heart trips, fear racing through her veins. After a moment of searching along the wall, her fingers graze a switch and light floods through the room. Her breath leaves her lungs in a gasp of relief as she realizes there is nothing in the room with her.

She shakes her head and slowly walks deeper into her house, her eyes darting too and fro, searching for something she knows isn't really there. As she walks upstairs she feels a cool breeze flow past her, as though she left a window open. After a moment of panic she continues upstairs, her feet pressing softly against the floorboards beneath her. She sets her jacket across the back of a chair in her room, her shoes beneath it, as she walks slowly to her bed. Again, the flicker of black slips across the corner of her eye but this time she simply shrugs softly, too tired to care anymore. As she undresses and slips under the covers, another cool breeze rushes across her skin, goosebumps following in its wake. Anna shivers but closes her eyes a moment later, her muscles relaxing as she falls into a deep sleep.

What seems like moments later, she is awoken with a rush by the sound of glass cracking. Jerking up to a sitting position her eyes fly around the room wildly, her heart racing 100 miles a minute. After a tense minute of fruitless searching, her eyes catch on her body-length mirror and her eyes widen in shock. Her mirror is split right down the middle in a straight line, devoid of other fractures entirely. She slowly slips from her bed, a sheet wrapped around her, and walks towards the mirror, her breaths coming fast and shallow as fear presses down on her, the air suddenly thick and cloying as she steps closer. She steps in front of her mirror and looks it over. As she takes a deep breath, her heart slows suddenly, slower and slower until her eyes grow heavy and her body starts shutting down.

Slowly, through the fog in her mind, she sees the flash of dark growing in her vision. At the same time a flash of light darts into her awareness. Slowly they grow in her sight and she sees them in the mirror's split reflections. In a moment they suddenly leap towards the mirror and crash together. An explosion of light flashes across her vision and she loses all sense of thought and feeling, her sight dim. The hazy sensation clears quickly though and to her shock and amazement she is no longer the only thing in the mirror. On either side of her stands ethereal figures drenched in power. One, to her right, a woman. The other, to her left, a man. The woman stands in a field a unearthly white flowers unlike anything Anna had ever seen before. She looks at Anna and smiles a sweet, motherly smile. Anna smiles back softly, her fingers spread in a small wave. The man stands on a small outcropping of rock, lava slowly trickling by in rivers to either side of him, he looks at Anna with lust and his smirk is far from comforting.

Anna shivers with revulsion, and turns back to the woman. She looks at Anna with sympathy but shakes her head. Anna looks back at her in confusion. After a moment Anna feels a pressure against her mind, a whisper. She looks around wildly, pressing her palms to her temples as the sheet covering her slim body slips away unnoticed. In the mirror, the ethereal forms step back as copies of Anna fade into being. The woman bathed in light slips a long, soft coat around the copy of Anna near her. The real Anna feels a slight warmth draped across her body and she hears a soft, gentle voice telling her it'll be okay. "I am here for you my love, always." Anna looks into the light side of the mirror and sees the woman's soft, loving smile. She smiles back at her and a feeling of such love and kindness washes over her that small tears well in the corners of her eyes. With an encouraging nod, the woman points to the dark side of the mirror. Anna takes a deep breath and her eyes slowly turn to gaze into the dark depths.

She sees the dark man standing between his rivers with a dark scowl on his face. Anna shivers and wraps her arms around herself, her eyes riveted to his sinuous form as he growls within her mind. He looks at her copy and drags his long black nails down her back with an evil grin. Anna feels his touch across her back as pain and pleasure flare as one, the promise of future delicious torments darting into her mind. She shakes her head and her mind quiets. She looks between the light and dark and knows she has a decision before her but she shakes her head again as the hands of her copies rise towards the middle of the mirror. She watches raptly, wary of what might happen. As her copy's hands touch along the crack another flash of light and dark throws her back, her head smacking into the wall with a deep thud, her consciousness fading. She wakes again in the morning, her head throbbing with pain as she stands slowly. She blinks her eyes once, then again, as she looks up. Before her sits a long white coat and and beside it a black and red hat...


Submitted: December 04, 2014

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"..Her eyes darting too (to) and fro.."
This was well written :) Your descriptions were well described, and I liked the idea of the cracked mirror representing the 'good' and 'bad' things. We all have to make decisions, whether big or small, and just one wrong choice can lead to a whole load of trouble that could've been avoided. You set the scene well, and her fear at the 'black' blur was well described. Good job with this; keep writing :)

Fri, December 12th, 2014 8:00pm

FourEmbers

Thank you. :) I would love to write more of this one, but at the moment I'm busy writing something more...adult oriented, if you will. I do plan to return to this eventually though.

Fri, December 12th, 2014 10:12pm

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