Saturday, March 16, 2013

Chapter 14- Mirrors

Chapter 14
Mirrors

   I sat, frozen, as if I had been stuck in an ice cube. The question swirled in my head. Why does Gloriana want to use me as a weapon if she loves me as if I was her own daughter? And if I died, why couldn't they do some other surgery to bring me back to life? Oh, of course, they haven't invented a cure for that? Oh, doctor scientists, maybe you not as good as you think you are. Next, I stood up, knocking over a glass of water. Everybody in the room jumped. "Do you think she heard everything I said?" Malcom asked. "I don't know. I think she just got up. But, but... We need to come up with some solution so we can see her and hear her. Any ideas?" "We can try, well, it is sort of stupid..." Gloriana interrupts. "We will take any ideas at the moment." It was Fred speaking. "Well, in those fairy tales you read when you are little, the ghosts flew into the mirror and then they could be visible and you can hear them talk. Ghosts are sort of like spirits." "That's it! Let's give it a try." She walked over to one of the four white walls and pressed her hand on  it. Part of the wall then disappeared. Next a shimmering, white and gold, full body mirror appeared. Gloriana then signaled for Dave to carry it to one side of the room, everybody else seated themselves in front of it. Gloriana then started talking while walking to the mirror, her white and gold sequined gown flowing behind her. A gold, shimmering crown with an engraved white Pegasus on a pure gold circle dangled over her forehead. I looked down at my lap as Gloriana was talking. "Now everyone, don't get super emotional if you see her, if this works. So, let's try. Jane, if you can hear me, please listen. Walk into the mirror please." Everyone in the room went silent, some people holding their breath. I continued to look at my lap, I then realized something. I was dressed in a white, long dress. The sleeves were sheer, with a hole on the shoulders and the sleeves extended to the floor. I had a long, white, snowflake pattern train behind me. The white dress was strapless. I then realized I was wearing a white flower crown speckled with gold dust. A white, crystal pendant attached to the flower crown. It was the shape of a snowflake with a Pegasus in the middle. I didn't know they had such nice clothes in the afterlife. I thought. I then remembered that I was supposed to walk into the mirror. How long had I been day dreaming? Few. Everyone was still sitting, still holding their breath. I walked toward the mirror. I didn't want them to suffocate from holding their breath too long. I stopped in front of the mirror, took a deep breathe, and walked into the mirror. There was a sudden burst of light and then everybody cheered. I turned around and all the people I knew and loved were standing in front of me. I smiled and tried to hold back my tears, but I couldn't help a tear from running down my face. Nobody seem to notice though. Everyone was still cheering and smiling and shouting. I was started to feel dizzy. I knew this wasn't good. I knew I was going to black out any second.
    But I didn't. Someone caught me as I feel forward, except their hands went straight through me. I was on the ground, but I caught myself with my hands. Then somebody said "Are you OK?' It was Dave. He helped me up and then I shouted "How can you see me!?" half excitedly and half shocked. "Something to do with the mirror, I think." I started feeling dizzy again and collapsed. "I feel dizzy." I said lamely. "I can see that." Gloriana rushed over. "Darling, are you OK?" "What do you think!?" I shouted back, feeling fury, even though I didn't know why. Then Malcom wheeled over. "Are you OK?" Even though I knew he did it out of kindness, I felt even more fury. "What do you think?!" I shouted even louder. I then realized that everyone was around me, I thought they were still in their seats, but apparently not. Malcom looked away. I regretted what I said, but everyone should give me some slack, shouldn't they? I just died, went into the afterlife, and then walked through a mirror into real world again. It is not something that an ordinary person does everyday, is it? Suddenly, I wanted to get out of this room. I turned my head to Dave. "Dave. Please. I want to get out of this room, lye down, rest. Please." "Yes.." he said as Gloriana interrupted him. "No. She must stay here. We to tell her things and she needs to tell us some things." "But.." I tried to say. "No buts." she said before I could continue.
     If no one is going to help me here, then I wont help them. I'll run off, hide in the Halo. Somewhere, but they would find me eventually. But.. Ah hah! I know 2 hiding spots. Either go back home on Earth or run back into the mirror. If I go to Earth they'll eventually find out I went back to earth and come get me. If I go back to Earth and... run away to Aunt Cake! But they'll still eventually find me. But if I go into the mirror, they cant come after me! They can't find me. That's it, but if I go into the mirror, I may never be able to come back to earth again. But I'll have to worry about that later. Anyways, I will probably find some amazing, nice friends in the afterlife/heaven. I can wear anything I want! Eat what I want! Nobody there to control y portions. Everything will work out in the end. OK, Jane, let's do it. I told myself. I realized then that they had been talking to me by the looks on the faces. They were looking at me like I was deaf or I had gone wacko. Gloriana then noticed I was back with them again and was about to start talking again, but I didn't waste any time. I jumped up, ignoring the feeling of sickness and dizziness and ran through the people, missing their hands trying to grab onto me as I ran. Gloriana shouting "Stop Jane! Please! Someone get her!" Now people were running almost at my heels, they were catching up. I was almost at the mirror, and I was so focused on the mirror, that when I was inches away, someone grabbed hold of my waist. I was surprised, but didn't care. I pulled away as hard as I could and flung myself into the mirror.