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Rated: E · Fiction · Contest Entry · #2238010
In the dark, the Mirror holds a secret.
In front of me, there is a mirror, and in the mirror, there is a forbidden secret.

In a dark place lies a forbidden forest. Within, you can see the light.

I'm sorry, Mom, I had lied.

When I woke up, I was no longer in front of the mirror. I was in an empty room.

There was a different dream...

There was lightning, and there were trees.

It was a very, dark night and there was also a stream.

There was a little boy in the trees, and then he disappeared.

He was watching me.

This time when I woke up, I wasn't in a dream.

I was on the couch, reading a book.

Why was that my dream? I asked.

But that wasn't just it.

When I looked at my window the boy was there.

Am I hallucinating or is god crying red tears?

BANG! BANG! BANG! was what left the door before it broke and crashed to the floor.

I stood there petrified as the pale boy came into my house. He looked at me with his green eyes and I looked back.

"Why?" He whispered. "Why..."

He was crying.

Only I knew why.

Why I had so many dreams

Why I had a mirror with a forbidden secret...

He was the other me. A mirror shows two faces. I wear one while someone wears the other...

He was a hostage in the mirror.

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