It was really nice afternoon. It was raining since noon, and sun disappeared long time ago, maybe even before she has woken up.
She sat before shining mirror, as always. No, the mirror wasn't magical, no, it was absolutely normal, cosmetical mirror, in which she constantly seen her unchanged reflection. Reflection which smiled, when she did, waved hand when she did.
Yes, just another normal afternoon. There was nothing weird or strange, and she was completly safe...
Reflection smiled. She jumped, and started to fold and spread up her hands.
No, she chuckled at last. She was just paranoic. Well, of course, she remembered, she had a dream in which her reflection was smiling to her again, but... It was just a dream, isn't it...? And she destroyed this damned mirror! All of her afternoons since all of those years where completly normal. Full of unmagical, beautiful mirrors, with which she could comb her hair, and do make-up, or just talk with the girl in her mirror. None of her afternoons were weird...
She took a deep breath.
Well, no. There was some kind of magic...
She had always woken up at sunrise, and then she dream was scaring her. Always, when she was waking up she screamed... And the dream was the same every time.
Life. It was white and black, and afternoons where golden. Life. It was golden, and afternoons were white and black.
The dream was about laying in bed, unable to move, she couldn't speak, see, or feel anything, and darkness was surrounding her. And then she was standing up, and starting to travel through long, very long corridors, then she suddenly was outside, near a hill with well, and then...
Well, then she was waking up. And that's all.
Reflection smiled once again. Despite fear, and rain, and black clouds, and all of her afternoons, she rised her hand...
Her golden-haired reflection stayed still, but, to her surprise, suddenly a spectral hand had just jumped out from the mirror, and catched hers.
She frowned, but not screamed, even when she looked into watery blue eyes of her reflection and she drowned like Ophelia...
"Wake up"
She didn't want to.
"Wake up!"
So she woke up, and stared at dark figure of young woman with long, black hair of drowned person. Her skin was as white as snow, and her eyes... They were like black lakes, so full of sorrow, and so blank.
She started to shiver.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"My name is Mabd." answered black eyed girl.
"And I..."
"I know who you are..."
She gulped. It was dark, very dark. Some kind of aura, with a wooden smell, was surrounding Mabd, this scaring figure.
She felt, that Mabd is cold like a forest lake.
Why she felt, that Mabd is dead?
Those long, black hair of drowned person...
"Never sleep again" advised her Mabd.
"Why?"
"He will come. He is near. You saw him."
"I'm back..." she whispered frightened.
"Yes, you are." Agreed Mabd. "Don't be sad."
She looked at Mabd surprised.
"Yes?"
"Yes. It's only a game. You will die in 15 hours, 58 minutes and 25 seconds, if you don't go through this game." replied calmly Mabd.
"What?!"
But Mabd disappeared with strange sound of splash. Was she near the lake? No, she didn't feel smell of water.
After few hours...
It was propably near six in the evening.
What she was to do to get out of here?
It was dark, so dark...
But then, something strange happened.
...She just opened that door, and she found herself in...
...long corridor with lots of similar doors. She couldn't see the end of way.
'It must be very, very long.' she thought.
So she started passing that corridor.