Reflection

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A teenaged girl has a fantasy. A fantasy that helps her through her life inside the horrible world. However, her life turns around when she learns that her fantasy is real.

Sorry for any errors this is my first work ^_^

Submitted: June 09, 2014

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I stared at my reflection, right into my flecked, blue-grey eyes. I blinked, and watched as my pupils dilated. I glanced around my face. The pale, slightly blemished skin. The small, slightly upturned nose. Soft, pink lips. These are the features that define me. Every single detail, straight down to that one little hair that always sticks up.

But what if this isn’t me? I’ve never actually seen myself before, in person. Just reflections and photographs. Or what if my reflection is trying to tell me something? If I put my hand on the mirror, my reflection does too. The exact same place, like it’s trying to keep me out.

I have this theory. An extremely crazy theory, but a theory nonetheless. There’s two worlds. A good world, and a bad world. We live in one of these, and our reflection in the other. Our reflection is trying to keep us out of the bad world. Broken mirrors? Those are reflections that failed. They let a person from the good world through. After that, the reflection dies, because it failed it’s duty. It failed to save a good humane person from entering a world full of terror and inhumane acts. It failed to keep a precious, innocent, kind soul from leaving their world of peace and protection.

So how do I know if I’m the reflection or not? I mean, our world is pretty bad... 9/11... Poverty... Serial killings... School shootouts... JUst massacre after massacre.. I don’t care if these things are caused by humans or not, they’re awful. So I’m convinced I’m the reflection. Living inside the mirror. And I’m gonna break free. Leave this awful place. And show all those who have suffered what a good world is. My name is Maya Louise Thompson, and I’m gonna save the world.

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“MAYA LOUISE GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW, YOUNG LADY!” I heard my mom’s harsh voice yell at me through the thin walls of our apartment. I blinked one more time at my reflection before leaving my room and facing her.

“Yeah?” I said when I reached our small kitchen.

“Explain this to me, missy. The soldiers are looking for a black  haired teenager from

your school for the latest robbery!” my mom hollered at me.

“I was here, Mom. At home. The robbery  at 4? Yeah. I was here.”

My mom sighed and ran her fingers through her thinning hair. We lived in a rough neighborhood, even for the 2049 Official Crime Rate Standards. There are about 2-4 bank robberies a day, 7-8 murders, and 36-43 other crimes. The millitary ahd to be stationed here because the entire police force was always working 24/7. The fact that people are even allowed to still live here and have jobs and go to school is surprising. Ever since WWIII, which ended 10 years ago when KiM Jung Un was finally taken out, the US has been slowly recovering from a huge economy crash that has increased crime rates exponentially. Our neighborhood has taken a lot of damage, already being extremely poor to begin with.

Our family had been affected by the economy crash a lot, too. My father is in the millitary, but he’s making minimum wage. Having a family of three has been crushing my parents. It’s too expensive feeding us all and paying all of our taxes. Both of them are highly stressed, and I’ve been working three jobs plus school to try and help. My mom snaps at me a lot, and who can blame her? My dad leaves for work every morning not knowing if he will survive his long work hours.

I looked at the clock. It was 6:30. “I should start heading to the Outpost. The general said he wanted me to go in again today to help out the nurses.” I said, breaking the silence. My mom flashed me a worried look with her grey eyes, before nodding sadly. I ran up to my room to pull on my combat boots before leaving the creaky apartment.

 

I ran quickly to the military tent set up in the lobby of the apartment complex. Pulling out my Medical Staff Volunteer ID, I walked up to it. “Hello, I’d like an escort to the Outpost, please.”

After looking at my ID, the soldier working the tent motioned toward another soldier at the door. I walked over to him and he nodded at me. He opened the door and led me out. He passed me back a hand gun and led us on, pointing his assault rifle ahead of us.

It was a long cold walk through the grey streets of what used to be Denver, Colorado, but we eventually reached the Outpost with no problems. The Outpost was the main military outpost in the country, dubbed the creative name the Outpost because it was shorter than the US Military Official Headquarters of the Navy. The old US mint building was overrun by soldiers patrolling everywhere. The Outpost took over the Mint after it went into disuse after several bomb threats.

When I entered, an armed guard asked for my ID before letting me continue further. After passinf through all the security checkpoints, I finally reached the medical area. I slipped on a lab coat and then looked for my supervisor, Dr. Rhodes. I looked around frantically for her distinctive ginger hair. Spotting her in the corner, I headed towards her.

“Good evening, Dr. Rhodes.” I said when I reached her.

“Oh, hello, Maya! Could you please go help out Wynter? She’s been bustling about in the pediactrics section for awhile now.”

“Yes, ma’am, Dr. Rhodes!” I quickly ran off to the childrens section of the hospital wing. I found Wynter frantically running between patients, treating everything from allergies to bullet wounds. Her auburn hair waved around in a ponytail as she moved.

Wynter looked up at me quickly. “Oh, thank god you’re here Maya. The poor kids have been puring in like crazy today! There’s been a huge amount of the flu..”

“The flu?” I asked worriedly.

“Yup.”

“But we don’t have enough antivirals for the flu! Which strain?” I said quickly, the panic rising in my voice.

“H1N1. Swine flu. Hopefully not too serious this time ‘round.” Oh no... I thought. Wynter may be optimistic but we cannot afford another small scale epidemic.

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The flu epidemic came and past, and many lives were lost. Clouded skies surrounded the gloomy town. Wynter and I sat in my room inside the apartment complex, waiting for our mothers to finish making dinner for our families. Wynter sat on my bed reading through my electronic journal.

“Aw, come on, you’re not hung up on your whole mirror theory again?” She whined at me.

“Thanks for supporting me, Wynter. What’s wrong with having a hope to hold onto? I mean, there’s a possibility that there’s a better world out there.” I retorted. Wynter rolled her eyes. She rarely ever supports my ideas, despite being such a caring person. Maybe we’ve known each other too long. Maybe not. Who knows?

“Come on though, Maya. Mirrors?!? That is ridiculous. How does a wrld get trapped inside of a mirror? Wouldn’t it be too small?” Wynter ranted.

“It’s bigger on the inside?” I said. Wynter rolled her eyes again. The rate at which I could spew out references from the old TV show Doctor Who was alarming. But who can blame me? It’s stuck in my memory. I was watching one of the episodes from the 2000’s when I learned we won the war. Being eight, learning about the win of a war, and quality British TV, stuff tends to stick in your head.

“You’ve gotta stop living in your own little world, Maya. Face the truth. Our world sucks and there’s no salvation from it.” Wynter said, cold as ice. I stared at her dumbfounded. This was the most blunt I’ve ever heard her. Her blue eyes frosted over in annoyance. SHe was probably mad that I had my own little escape out of this place.

Suddenly, my mirror on my wall cracked. Several long lines appeared over its shiny surface. I glanced at Wynter. I could see the panic in her eyes.

“That. Was. Freaky.” she breathed out. Just then, the whole mirror shattered and a girl fell through. SHe had clean clothing and soft looking, luscious blonde hair. SHe looked up at us and she had violet eyes.

“Oh my god.” I murmured. Is this real?

 

Wynter and I stared in awe at the strange girl before us. She looked up at us curiously, no fear in her eyes. Slowly, she got up and walked towards us. We shied away quickly, but she followed us anyway.

“Hello. My name’s Lillith? Why are you afraid of me?” the girl asked us softly.

I was the first one to reply. “Because you came out of my mirror....”

“Oh dear, did I? I must’ve come through...” she said.

Wynter and I looked at her in awe. Does she know? About my mirror theory? Is this real? The mirror shards gleamed at us in the light. Lillith just stood patiently waiting for us to take all this in. Her eyes looked slightly sympathetic, knowing what she had done.

Lillith looked around my room. There was several old posters from the war, and several boxes holding my beaten up, dirty stuffed animals. Her expression grew sadder and sadder with each glance at a poster. It was awful to watch as this unfazed, brave girl from another world was shown the truth of our harsh reality.

“Is this really what the world has to offer? War and old memories?” she asked quietly.

“Yeah,” I replied. “I’m sorry you have to see this.”

“What of the children? Do they know not the feeling of joy?” Lillith whimpered. Wynter snickered slightly, but I stomped on her foot to make her stop.

“I’m afraid most don’t. We have the highest crime rate in the world here, Lillith. Happiness and joy don’t exist. Forgotten emotions. The happiest I’ve been is just now when I found out my mirror theory is right.”

Lillith looked at me curiously. “You know of the mirrors? I thought those inside could not be aware...”

I thought about for awhile. Could not be aware...? TO H-E- DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS WITH THAT!!!  Wynter looked to be in deep thought. Lillith watched us patiently once more. She must be aware of how hard this must be ot take in. She appears to be so empathetic.

“Can not be aware?” Wynter broke the silence.

“Yes. Others from my side have come through before. They said that the people of this wretched land do not have the capacity to have knowledge bestowed upon them at birth.” Lillith explained.

“Wait a sec,” I paused to collect my thoughts. “I was adopted. My parents found me out there wrapped in a cloth in shards of glass...”

Lillith gazed at me in awe. She circled around me, inspecting every single detail of me. I had extremely pale skin like she did. Unusual eyes, like she did (brown eyes was the only eye color left in our polluted crime infested wasteland).  Unusually slender and tall, just like Lillith.

“You do have the features...” Lillith trailed off.

“Of?”

“A person from outside the mirror,” she explained quickly, “You probably fell through as a baby... Oh, you poor darling.” Lillith ran over and hugged me. Me? From outside the mirror? Is this true...?

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Lillith, Wynter, and I sat on my small bed, trading explanations of each others worlds. Wynter and I finally formally introduced ourselves to Lillith. She proceeded to explain everything about the mirrors. I was actually spot on, but Wynter had so much trouble understanding. I had to bite the inside of my lip to keep myself from laughing at her.

“So, there’s a way to get back to the outside?” Wynter asked.

“Yeah. It’s just difficult. Really difficult. And it’ll be straining on our bodies.”

“You’re gonna take us with you...?” Wynter asked perplexedly.

“Yeah, of course! You shan’t think so negatively, my friend. Why would I leave a precious little soul to live here?” Lillith answered without any hesitation. I stared at Lillith in awe. She had such a good heart. She was seriously gonna take a stranger of possibly another species to another world. A better world.

“So you said soul... Did you mean that figuratively or literally?” I piped in.

A pained look came across Lillith’s face. “I’m sorry guys, but you’re dead. And you’re in what the living call Hell. I’m so sorry.”

“So if we’re dead, how come we have lived life like a normal human being?” Wynter interrogated Lillith.

“Because you have to learn to be a Guardian. Unfortunately, here, Guardian means guardian to this place. Keeping the tortured souls here. That’s what the soldiers are.”

Wynter and I stared at each other remorsefully. We had been training to keep people here...? Here in this world of terribleness? And what had Wynter done to deserve being here? Other than Lillith, she was the kindest person I have met. So what had she done in her life to deserve this? Heck, what the state of Colorado do to become the underworld?

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We wandered around in the streets, not a single spirit disturbing us. “They’re sensing my good aura. They won’t bother us, ‘cause they know I can smite them in two seconds flat. End their “enjoyable” life.” Lillith explained to us. Wynter and I exchanged astonished glances. Lillith? Violent? No way!

“So can I smite evil spirits, too?” I asked quietly.

“Possibly. Probably not though. You have been training in medical, correct? That pro’lly means you can purify. Maybe. I don’t know” Lillith replied. So I have powers. That’s pretty cool, I guess. I’m also dead. So, I guess you trade one thing for another. Wynter looked at me excitedly. Her eyes just screamed OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD YOU HAVE POWERS AND YOU'RE POSSIBLY AN ANGEL LIKE THAT IS SO COOL! I sighed her and she stop looking at me.

Lillith continued to lead us down the boulevard towards the Outpost. Yes, the Outpost. Lillith was leading us straight to the enemies HQ. Wynter ran up to Lillith and whispered something in her ear. Lillith nodded  and didn’t stop. Wynter faltered back towards me.

“What was that about?” I asked her.

“I was just asking a question about the mirror.” I eyed Wynter suspiciously. “I was!!!!” she said quickly.

“Fine, whatever. Now what do you think we’re doing going to the outpost?”

“Lillith said that the main mirror was there. That’s how we’re gonna get out of here. Leave this sick place.”

“Okay.” So the Outpost, huh? Heavily guarded, easily fortifiable, already a government building... Yeah. Of course. It’s the perfect place to put the main mirror. So now how are we gonna get in..?

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“Do we all understand the plan?” Lillith verified one last time.

“Yup.” Wynter and I chimed in unison. I got out my ID and prepared to enter the building with Wynter. I looked at her and she nodded. We ran up to the Outpost quickly and entered. The security guards did their usual job, and we got it in easily. “After you get in, get all the way to the old factory floor. There’ll be a room made entirely of mirrors. You can’t miss it. It should be a few corridors away from the medical wing. Once you get there, press this button.” Lillith’s words echoed in my head. My hand reached for the necklace around my neck. It was disguised as a locket, but once you open it there’s a hidden button that’ll make Lillith teleport to our location.

Wynter led us to the medical ward and we pretended to be looking at patient files for a few minutes to avoid suspicion from the evil Guardians. After they left and stopped staring at us with their watchful eyes, we placed the patient files back into the cabinets and began heading down towards the factory floor. After navigating long hallways, we finally found an entrance.

“That’s weird. It’s unguarded.” Wynter whispered.

“Nobody knows that anything of importance is in there. If you leave it unguarded, people are more likely to leave it alone and assume it’s empty.” I murmured back.

“Okay. SO we just walk right in..?”

“Yes. But quietly. And carefully.” We approached the door with caution, and were ready for a swarm of Guardians to come at us at any minute. Upon reaching the door, we found it to be unlocked. I opened it carefully, only to find there was no factory floor. WE were surrounded mirrors. Every single sqaure inch of the room was reflecting back at us, making infinite loops that made my nauseated.

“Okay. We’re here,” I breathed, “Let’s call Lillith.”

“Do we all understand the plan?” Lillith verified one last time.

“Yup.” Wynter and I chimed in unison. I got out my ID and prepared to enter the building with Wynter. I looked at her and she nodded. We ran up to the Outpost quickly and entered. The security guards did their usual job, and we got it in easily. “After you get in, get all the way to the old factory floor. There’ll be a room made entirely of mirrors. You can’t miss it. It should be a few corridors away from the medical wing. Once you get there, press this button.” Lillith’s words echoed in my head. My hand reached for the necklace around my neck. It was disguised as a locket, but once you open it there’s a hidden button that’ll make Lillith teleport to our location.

Wynter led us to the medical ward and we pretended to be looking at patient files for a few minutes to avoid suspicion from the evil Guardians. After they left and stopped staring at us with their watchful eyes, we placed the patient files back into the cabinets and began heading down towards the factory floor. After navigating long hallways, we finally found an entrance.

“That’s weird. It’s unguarded.” Wynter whispered.

“Nobody knows that anything of importance is in there. If you leave it unguarded, people are more likely to leave it alone and assume it’s empty.” I murmured back.

“Okay. SO we just walk right in..?”

“Yes. But quietly. And carefully.” We approached the door with caution, and were ready for a swarm of Guardians to come at us at any minute. Upon reaching the door, we found it to be unlocked. I opened it carefully, only to find there was no factory floor. WE were surrounded mirrors. Every single sqaure inch of the room was reflecting back at us, making infinite loops that made my nauseated.

“Okay. We’re here,” I breathed, “Let’s call Lillith.”

“Do we all understand the plan?” Lillith verified one last time.

“Yup.” Wynter and I chimed in unison. I got out my ID and prepared to enter the building with Wynter. I looked at her and she nodded. We ran up to the Outpost quickly and entered. The security guards did their usual job, and we got it in easily. “After you get in, get all the way to the old factory floor. There’ll be a room made entirely of mirrors. You can’t miss it. It should be a few corridors away from the medical wing. Once you get there, press this button.” Lillith’s words echoed in my head. My hand reached for the necklace around my neck. It was disguised as a locket, but once you open it there’s a hidden button that’ll make Lillith teleport to our location.

Wynter led us to the medical ward and we pretended to be looking at patient files for a few minutes to avoid suspicion from the evil Guardians. After they left and stopped staring at us with their watchful eyes, we placed the patient files back into the cabinets and began heading down towards the factory floor. After navigating long hallways, we finally found an entrance.

“That’s weird. It’s unguarded.” Wynter whispered.

“Nobody knows that anything of importance is in there. If you leave it unguarded, people are more likely to leave it alone and assume it’s empty.” I murmured back.

“Okay. SO we just walk right in..?”

“Yes. But quietly. And carefully.” We approached the door with caution, and were ready for a swarm of Guardians to come at us at any minute. Upon reaching the door, we found it to be unlocked. I opened it carefully, only to find there was no factory floor. WE were surrounded mirrors. Every single sqaure inch of the room was reflecting back at us, making infinite loops that made my nauseated.

“Okay. We’re here,” I breathed, “Let’s call Lillith.”

I opened up the locket and pressed the hidden button. She flashed quickly before us, light reflecting off of the walls. After the light died down, I could see her face. It wasn’t the usual soft spoken Lillith I knew, it was different. A huge sinister smile spread across her face. Her old violet eyes replaced with just blank eyes, no pupil, no iris, just white. I shuddered at this new look.

“Who are you and what have you done to LillIth?!?” I interrogated the new stranger.

“Don’t you recognize me? I am Lillith. Don’t you get it? I set you up,” she chuckled a bit, evilness leaking out of every sound she made, “And to think you’re the Harbinger.”

“Harbinger?” I asked, struggling to keep my terror out of my voice.

“Yeah, dumbass,” Wynter joined in. Her voice also became more dark. “ ‘She who possesses the kindness and icy eyes shall see the world crumble by delivering the news of which must never be told. The news of the Mirror.’ God, didn’t you ever pay attention, Maya?”

Lillith snickered in the center of the room. I understood it now. We’re in the Mirror. And they don’t want me to share the news. They don’t want me to be the Harbinger. I remember my mother telling me about the Harbinger. The Savior. The one who will end all wars and bring peace. But Lillith and Wynter don’t want that. “The frosted flower shall try to prevent the Harbinger from shattering the Mirror and releasing the spirits of the undead.”

“I can’t let you kill me, Lillith. It has been told, throughout war and peace that the Harbinger will run victorious.” I said, sudden bravery entering my voice. Just then, I heard a click and a cold tube press against my back.

“You don’t get a choice. Maya Louise Thompson, I now pronounce you dead!” Wynter shouted insanely. A loud bang filled the room as my blood splatter across the pristine mirror. I looked down. The bullet had gone all the way through my body. As I fell to the ground, I grabbed onto the locket and used my remaining strength and momentum to slam it into the ground. My failing ears told me that the glass had shattered. I heard Lillith scream angerilly.

“Heh... I guess the good do die young. I won Lillith. I... Saved....” My last words escaped my lips before my vision blacked out and my heart finally gave up on pumping the little blood I had left.


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