Only one thing you need to know. This is a sequel for "Heart" but can
be read as a stand-alone fic. Hope you enjoy!
GIRL IN THE MIRROR
By: Moonbunny83
6/3/02 - 7/26/02
E-mail: moonbunny83@hotmail.com
Sailor Moon created by:
Naoko Takeuchi
The song "Girl in the Mirror" is produced by Per Magnusson
and David Kreuger for Cheiron Productions
(Jörgen Elofsson) Zomba Songs Inc. (BMI)/BMG Music Publishing
Scandinavia (STIM). All rights in the U.S. on behalf of BMG Music
Publishing Scandinavia administered by Careers-BMG Music Publishing,
Inc. (BMI)
"Good night, Luna," Serena Tsukino mumbled in her pillows.
"Good night, Serenity." Luna, the crescent moon bald-spotted cat,
gently bit the corner of the comforter with her razor-sharp teeth and
tucked Serena in for the night. After making sure her princess was safe
from the fierce cold of the hours of darkness, Luna quietly left the
bedroom, her mind filled with motherly concerns.
Through half-lidded eyes, Serena watched the black cat's
retreating form and whispered to herself, "I can do this. Almost five
months have passed since . . ." She broke off with a sudden hateful
memory. Darien's face, his soul-piercing cobalt eyes, his . . . Serena
abruptly closed her own cerulean eyes shut as well as her mind against
the recollections, against the man she once believed herself in loved
with. "It's over," she spoke softly to the wind with a tone of finality,
a solitary tear making its lonely descent on porcelain, ivory skin.
ELSEWHERE IN THE OCEAN OF TIME
A young girl huddled tightly in a corner, her shoulders vigorously
shaking with heart-wrenching sobs. Her small, flawless hands
desperately covered her tear-streaked face, blocking the rest of the
world from view.
The room she was in cannot exactly be called as such. Rather, the
words void, bare, and dark describe her surroundings to perfection. The
corner she tries to hide in is in actuality a vast, never-ending
nothingness. Darkness has swallowed her whole, leaving everything else
behind in cascades of radiance but a lone, oval-shaped mirror to accompany
her.
The mirror, to put in bluntly, was plain. No decorations, no
embellishments, no frame graced it. It merely floated freely in the air,
answering to the will of the young girl, answering to the desperate plea
of her heart. Simple though it may be, this was no ordinary mirror.
One might as well call it a looking glass since its purpose was exactly
that.
The tormented girl looks through it every once in a while, whenever
she hears a cry much like her own. On the other side of the pane, she
sees a girl suffering as much as she, with no one to blame but herself.
She would try to reach out, but to no avail. She would always end up
trapped within herself, within her heart. She was a prisoner in the
entrapment of lies, of deceit, of denial. It was her choice. And she
must learn to live with it.
CROWN ARCADE
"Penny for your thoughts?" Andrew Furuhata inquired with a raised
brow as he slid in the booth across Serena. When he received no answer,
the blond waiter launched yet again another tactic to make the girl talk.
"No? All right," he started. "I guess your thoughts are a tad pricey,
but the only thing I have on me at the moment is this." With a flick of
the wrist to make any magician proud, Andrew revealed a tall glass filled
with double chocolate ice cream sundae topped with whipped cream and
strawberries. Taking no risk this time, he immediately waved the
concoction under Serena's nose in an attempt to send the aroma of
chocolate and strawberries to the unsuspecting girl. Sure enough, a pair
of small hands swiftly grabbed the offering, squeezing the life out of
Andrew's own in the process. "Eeyow, girl!" Andrew cried out, trying to
pull his abused hands out of Serena's grasp. "Don't be so greedy!"
Serena smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, Andrew. A word of advice.
Never ever put yourself between me and my food or you'll suffer the
consequences." She smiled jokingly and placed a spoon full of ice cream
in her mouth.
"Advice taken." Andrew grinned. "It's nice to see you smiling
again, Serena."
"You know me. I get knocked down and I bounce right back. It just
took me a little longer this time."
"Yeah . . . this time." Andrew's thoughts quickly traveled to
Darien, the cause of Serena's tears. 'I can't believe you did this to
her again. You don't deserve her! You never have, you b-,' he angrily
shouted in his mind. 'She's much to good for the likes of you!'
Seeing her friend frown, Serena's eyebrows furrowed in response.
After swallowing a strawberry whole, she asked, "Is something wrong?"
"Huh? What?" Andrew shook his head clear and returned his
attentions to the girl eating heartily across him. "Did you say
something, Serena?"
Staring at him like he's grown two, giant horns, Serena answered
slowly. "Never mind." Staring at him some more, she continued.
"Um, Andrew?"
"Yeah?"
"A line is starting to form over there." She pointed across the
arcade; and sure enough, a group of agitated and hungry customers waited
with very little patience.
Andrew grinned. "Well, I guess I better go over there and see
what they want before a riot breaks out." He stood and turned around to
leave until Serena's voice halted his stride.
"Andrew?" He faced her and looked at her questioningly. Serena
gestured towards the half empty sundae and resumed. "How much do I owe
you for this?"
Andrew smiled and replied. "Seeing you smile again was good
enough payment for me."
Serena beamed happily. "Thanks, Andrew. For everything."
A blush quickly made its way known and Andrew stuttered for an
answer. "Hey, what are friends for?"
"Hey, bozo!" A hungry customer yelled out. "Are you going to
offer some service here or what?"
"I SCREAM. YOU SCREAM. WE ALL SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM!" A group
of boisterous boys started stomping their feet, screaming at the top of
their lungs.
Andrew winced. "Tough customers, huh?" Bestowing yet another
smile at Serena, he set out for the crowded counter across the arcade
with a single purpose in mind.
BEHIND THE MIRROR
The mirror floated proudly. Its shining surface projected a lone
beam of light that enveloped a dismal figure, desperately trying to grasp
an invisible thread to escape the unbreakable bonds of fate. The girl
slowly unfurled herself and dragged her numbed legs towards the smirking
mirror. With one hand, she wiped the pane clean and squinted, staring at
the other side. The other side with colors, with radiance. With life.
It was night again. She could tell. The curtains were drawn, the
moon was out; it was silent except for the occasional sobs underneath a
warm comforter.
She was crying again. The girl on the other side of the mirror.
Somebody must have done something unthinkable and unforgivable to her to
cause such pain. To cause such sadness. She is so young, and yet, life
had already dealt her a deathblow. Poor thing. What could she have done
to deserve this? Her heart is broken. The figure could tell. She could
tell that much and nothing more.
Maybe she could be of some help to the girl. They have so much in
common. So much pain to share with one another. So much grief to
dispense of once and for all.
The figure placed both hands upon the cold, hard glass of the mirror
and whispered one word.
"Serena . . ."
INSIDE SERENA'S BEDROOM
Serena clutched the comforter tightly, attempting to pull herself
together. She is so sick and tired and spending night after night crying
her heart out. But she couldn't help it. The tears demanded to be
released. No matter how hard she tries to stop them, they keep coming.
Reminding her of everything. Reminding her of him.
Releasing what she hoped is the final sob; Serena stared up at the
ceiling. She closed her eyes slowly, waiting for the calmness to take
effect. She smiled sadly, thinking of how many times she has done this.
Waiting for her mind and body to become numb. Numb enough that she was
able to get some sleep. Numb enough to get through the next day. Numb
enough to forget everything.
Sleep was finally taking its toll when she heard the whisper.
"Serena . . ."
"Who's there?" Serena sat up in bed, crying out in the darkness.
"Serena . . ."
"Show yourself before I call the police!"
"In the mirror . . ."
"What?"
"Look in the mirror . . ."
"Why? Where are you?"
"Behind the mirror . . . Look in the mirror . . ."
"Who are you?"
"Look in the mirror and you'll find me . . ."
"WHO ARE YOU?!"
"Look in the mirror and you'll find yourself . . ."
"WHAT?!" Serena shrieked angrily. "Is this somebody's idea of
a sick joke?"
"Look in the mirror and you'll find yourself . . ."
"I don't need to look in the mirror to see myself!" Serena
protested. "I already know what I look like!"
"On the surface . . . only on the surface . . ."
"Now see here, buster! I don't care who you are anymore. Just
get out of my room and leave me alone. I don't get enough sleep as it
is and I don't need you harassing me in the middle of the night!"
Serena angrily pulled her blankets over her head and turned a deaf ear,
no longer concerned about the mysterious voice whispering through the
night over and over again.
"Look in the mirror and you'll find yourself . . . Look in the
mirror and you'll see beneath the surface . . . Only then . . . Only
then . . . Only then."
THE NEXT DAY - RAYE'S TEMPLE
"Miracles do happen!" Raye Hino joked. "Meatball Head is
actually here on time for once."
"Very funny ha ha," Serena only smiled angelically at her.
"You're in a good mood," Lita Kino observed.
"Just being myself."
Amy Mizuno grinned. "It's good to have the old Serena back."
"You bet it is!" Mina Aino blurted out. "Especially after the
way you've been acting because of the whole Darien thing and -"
"Mina!" Raye glared at her. "Let's talk about something else,
shall we?"
"It's okay, Raye. I'm fine with it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Totally over him."
Raye looked at her doubtfully. "Well, if you say so."
"I do say so." Serena beamed at her and abruptly changed the
subject. "Well, what have you guys been up to lately?"
"You wouldn't believe who Lita and I ran into at the mall today,"
Mina gushed.
"You'd never guess!" Lita equally gushed. "He was so dreamy."
"So charming," Mina added in with stars in her eyes.
"So handsome." Lita grinned at each girl with excitement. "And
he looked just like -"
"Your old boyfriend!" Every girl finished for her and laughed
when Lita frowned in confusion.
"How did you know?"
"Lita," Amy started in a quiet voice. "According to you, every
guy that walks on this planet looks just like your old boyfriend."
"That's not true!" Lita protested loudly.
"She's right, Amy! Only planet Earth?" Raye chuckled. "Try
the entire galaxy!"
"Try the entire universe!" Serena gasped.
"Hey!"
Mina snorted. "Yeah! The Snickers Galaxy can only stretch so
far!" The girls turned silent and stared at Mina incredulously. "What?
Do I have broccoli in my teeth or something?"
"You mean the Milky Way Galaxy," Amy corrected.
Mina became baffled. "How many galaxies are there that are named
after chocolate bars?"
"As far as I know, only one. And I don't think our galaxy was
named after the chocolate." Raye stared at Mina. "You WERE referring
to our galaxy, right?"
"Yeah, so?"
Serena's stomach grumbled for a few minutes. The four girls gave
her a look of both disbelief and humor. "Sorry," she shrugged her
shoulders sheepishly. "All this talk about chocolate bars is making me
hungry."
"When are you ever otherwise?" Raye muttered under her breath
with a smile.
"Hey!" Serena scowled and glared at the dark-haired girl.
"Let's get back to the subject at hand, all right?"
"But I thought it was making you hungry?" Mina asked in
concern.
"SO," Lita laughed and addressed the concerned blonde. "Either
way, you're wrong."
"Either way what?"
"Whether or not there are other galaxies named after chocolate
bars, you're still wrong."
"About what?"
"About the name of our galaxy." Amy explained.
"Are we back to that?"
Raye sighed in defeat. "We've BEEN talking about it."
"Weren't we talking about my future boyfriend?" Mina exhaled
noisily with impatience.
"YOUR future boyfriend?!" Lita glowered at her good-naturedly.
Mina only ignored her tirade and announced firmly. "Anyway, I'm
hungry from all this talking. Anybody got a Snickers bar?"
"If I did," Serena chuckled. "My stomach wouldn't be
protesting!"
"Somebody shoot me right now," Raye jokingly cried out. Mina
stood up abruptly and started for the door. "Mina! I was only
kidding! Come back here!"
"Later, Raye!" Mina called over her shoulder. "I'm really
hungry and I can't wait! I want a Snickers bar!"
LATER THAT DAY
"My friends never fail to cheer me up. Even when they have no
idea I need cheering up." Serena said out loud to herself, reluctantly
dragging her feet in the direction of her house. "They sure made me
forget about the mirror phantom. About Darien." She snorted and looked
up at the clear sky above. "But good things never last long. I learned
that the hard way. Twice."
Serena sighed quietly. "But now. I'm actually having regrets.
When I've finally convinced myself that I don't need him in my life, I
start having second thoughts. Am I trying to prove something? To
Darien? To myself?"
Finally arriving home, she unlocked the front door and went inside.
"Mom! I'm home!" Only silence greeted her back. "I guess I beat them
home."
Enjoying the peace that associated the sound of silence, Serena
ran upstairs and locked herself inside her room. Immediately, she heard
a heart-wrenching sob that seems to be coming directly from her mirror.
"Who's there?" Serena whispered, not wanting to be a bother to the poor
soul behind the smooth surface of the pane. She slowly advanced to the
mirror and was surprised to find a dark void where her face should have
been. "Is there anybody in there?" Her voice wavered slightly as she
slowly placed both hands against the hard, cold outer shell of the
looking glass.
A flickering beam instantly showered a solitary figure within the
abyss. Serena strained to see past the fragile light and was shocked to
discover a slim girl slowly making her way to the other side of the
mirror. Her face is yet to be seen clearly but there was enough
lighting to know that the girl was softly crying.
"Who are you?" Serena asked gently. "Why are you crying?"
"Look in the mirror and you'll find yourself . . . Look in the
mirror and you'll see beneath the surface . . . Only then . . . Only
then . . . Only then."
'That voice,' Serena thought to herself. 'It's the same from
last night.'
"Look in the mirror and you'll find yourself . . . Look in the
mirror and you'll see beneath the surface . . . Only then . . . Only
then . . . Only then."
"What are you talking about?"
The phantom girl finally walked the last steps towards Serena
and looked at her directly in the eye. "Look in the mirror and you'll
find yourself . . . Look in the mirror and you'll see beneath the
surface . . . Only then will you find your answer. Only then will you
find what you have lost. Only then will you find yourself." Serena
gasped. Her heart skipped a beat as she stared at a pair of cerulean
orbs much like her own. Her heart constricted as she stared at herself,
as she stared at the girl in the mirror.
The phantom smiled sadly and said to her, "Now, do you understand?
Do you understand what you've lost? What you gave up?" Serena nodded
slowly, tears streaming down her cheeks, being reflected off of the
mirror. "You understand what you must do? Get me out of this empty
space, Serena. Free me; free us from the void. Free yourself from the
nothingness."
"I will," Serena answered hoarsely. She watched the dream fade
away and be replaced by her reflection. "It's me. The girl in the
mirror was me all along." Serena approached her bed to lie down under
the covers. She slept with a smile for the first time in many months.
And all because of a girl in the mirror. All because of herself.
THE END
That was a tad short. Sorry about that.
Well? How was it? Let me know. Hehehe. Don't worry. I'm planning a
sequel. Until next time.
*^_^* moonbunny83
be read as a stand-alone fic. Hope you enjoy!
GIRL IN THE MIRROR
By: Moonbunny83
6/3/02 - 7/26/02
E-mail: moonbunny83@hotmail.com
Sailor Moon created by:
Naoko Takeuchi
The song "Girl in the Mirror" is produced by Per Magnusson
and David Kreuger for Cheiron Productions
(Jörgen Elofsson) Zomba Songs Inc. (BMI)/BMG Music Publishing
Scandinavia (STIM). All rights in the U.S. on behalf of BMG Music
Publishing Scandinavia administered by Careers-BMG Music Publishing,
Inc. (BMI)
"Good night, Luna," Serena Tsukino mumbled in her pillows.
"Good night, Serenity." Luna, the crescent moon bald-spotted cat,
gently bit the corner of the comforter with her razor-sharp teeth and
tucked Serena in for the night. After making sure her princess was safe
from the fierce cold of the hours of darkness, Luna quietly left the
bedroom, her mind filled with motherly concerns.
Through half-lidded eyes, Serena watched the black cat's
retreating form and whispered to herself, "I can do this. Almost five
months have passed since . . ." She broke off with a sudden hateful
memory. Darien's face, his soul-piercing cobalt eyes, his . . . Serena
abruptly closed her own cerulean eyes shut as well as her mind against
the recollections, against the man she once believed herself in loved
with. "It's over," she spoke softly to the wind with a tone of finality,
a solitary tear making its lonely descent on porcelain, ivory skin.
ELSEWHERE IN THE OCEAN OF TIME
A young girl huddled tightly in a corner, her shoulders vigorously
shaking with heart-wrenching sobs. Her small, flawless hands
desperately covered her tear-streaked face, blocking the rest of the
world from view.
The room she was in cannot exactly be called as such. Rather, the
words void, bare, and dark describe her surroundings to perfection. The
corner she tries to hide in is in actuality a vast, never-ending
nothingness. Darkness has swallowed her whole, leaving everything else
behind in cascades of radiance but a lone, oval-shaped mirror to accompany
her.
The mirror, to put in bluntly, was plain. No decorations, no
embellishments, no frame graced it. It merely floated freely in the air,
answering to the will of the young girl, answering to the desperate plea
of her heart. Simple though it may be, this was no ordinary mirror.
One might as well call it a looking glass since its purpose was exactly
that.
The tormented girl looks through it every once in a while, whenever
she hears a cry much like her own. On the other side of the pane, she
sees a girl suffering as much as she, with no one to blame but herself.
She would try to reach out, but to no avail. She would always end up
trapped within herself, within her heart. She was a prisoner in the
entrapment of lies, of deceit, of denial. It was her choice. And she
must learn to live with it.
CROWN ARCADE
"Penny for your thoughts?" Andrew Furuhata inquired with a raised
brow as he slid in the booth across Serena. When he received no answer,
the blond waiter launched yet again another tactic to make the girl talk.
"No? All right," he started. "I guess your thoughts are a tad pricey,
but the only thing I have on me at the moment is this." With a flick of
the wrist to make any magician proud, Andrew revealed a tall glass filled
with double chocolate ice cream sundae topped with whipped cream and
strawberries. Taking no risk this time, he immediately waved the
concoction under Serena's nose in an attempt to send the aroma of
chocolate and strawberries to the unsuspecting girl. Sure enough, a pair
of small hands swiftly grabbed the offering, squeezing the life out of
Andrew's own in the process. "Eeyow, girl!" Andrew cried out, trying to
pull his abused hands out of Serena's grasp. "Don't be so greedy!"
Serena smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, Andrew. A word of advice.
Never ever put yourself between me and my food or you'll suffer the
consequences." She smiled jokingly and placed a spoon full of ice cream
in her mouth.
"Advice taken." Andrew grinned. "It's nice to see you smiling
again, Serena."
"You know me. I get knocked down and I bounce right back. It just
took me a little longer this time."
"Yeah . . . this time." Andrew's thoughts quickly traveled to
Darien, the cause of Serena's tears. 'I can't believe you did this to
her again. You don't deserve her! You never have, you b-,' he angrily
shouted in his mind. 'She's much to good for the likes of you!'
Seeing her friend frown, Serena's eyebrows furrowed in response.
After swallowing a strawberry whole, she asked, "Is something wrong?"
"Huh? What?" Andrew shook his head clear and returned his
attentions to the girl eating heartily across him. "Did you say
something, Serena?"
Staring at him like he's grown two, giant horns, Serena answered
slowly. "Never mind." Staring at him some more, she continued.
"Um, Andrew?"
"Yeah?"
"A line is starting to form over there." She pointed across the
arcade; and sure enough, a group of agitated and hungry customers waited
with very little patience.
Andrew grinned. "Well, I guess I better go over there and see
what they want before a riot breaks out." He stood and turned around to
leave until Serena's voice halted his stride.
"Andrew?" He faced her and looked at her questioningly. Serena
gestured towards the half empty sundae and resumed. "How much do I owe
you for this?"
Andrew smiled and replied. "Seeing you smile again was good
enough payment for me."
Serena beamed happily. "Thanks, Andrew. For everything."
A blush quickly made its way known and Andrew stuttered for an
answer. "Hey, what are friends for?"
"Hey, bozo!" A hungry customer yelled out. "Are you going to
offer some service here or what?"
"I SCREAM. YOU SCREAM. WE ALL SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM!" A group
of boisterous boys started stomping their feet, screaming at the top of
their lungs.
Andrew winced. "Tough customers, huh?" Bestowing yet another
smile at Serena, he set out for the crowded counter across the arcade
with a single purpose in mind.
BEHIND THE MIRROR
The mirror floated proudly. Its shining surface projected a lone
beam of light that enveloped a dismal figure, desperately trying to grasp
an invisible thread to escape the unbreakable bonds of fate. The girl
slowly unfurled herself and dragged her numbed legs towards the smirking
mirror. With one hand, she wiped the pane clean and squinted, staring at
the other side. The other side with colors, with radiance. With life.
It was night again. She could tell. The curtains were drawn, the
moon was out; it was silent except for the occasional sobs underneath a
warm comforter.
She was crying again. The girl on the other side of the mirror.
Somebody must have done something unthinkable and unforgivable to her to
cause such pain. To cause such sadness. She is so young, and yet, life
had already dealt her a deathblow. Poor thing. What could she have done
to deserve this? Her heart is broken. The figure could tell. She could
tell that much and nothing more.
Maybe she could be of some help to the girl. They have so much in
common. So much pain to share with one another. So much grief to
dispense of once and for all.
The figure placed both hands upon the cold, hard glass of the mirror
and whispered one word.
"Serena . . ."
INSIDE SERENA'S BEDROOM
Serena clutched the comforter tightly, attempting to pull herself
together. She is so sick and tired and spending night after night crying
her heart out. But she couldn't help it. The tears demanded to be
released. No matter how hard she tries to stop them, they keep coming.
Reminding her of everything. Reminding her of him.
Releasing what she hoped is the final sob; Serena stared up at the
ceiling. She closed her eyes slowly, waiting for the calmness to take
effect. She smiled sadly, thinking of how many times she has done this.
Waiting for her mind and body to become numb. Numb enough that she was
able to get some sleep. Numb enough to get through the next day. Numb
enough to forget everything.
Sleep was finally taking its toll when she heard the whisper.
"Serena . . ."
"Who's there?" Serena sat up in bed, crying out in the darkness.
"Serena . . ."
"Show yourself before I call the police!"
"In the mirror . . ."
"What?"
"Look in the mirror . . ."
"Why? Where are you?"
"Behind the mirror . . . Look in the mirror . . ."
"Who are you?"
"Look in the mirror and you'll find me . . ."
"WHO ARE YOU?!"
"Look in the mirror and you'll find yourself . . ."
"WHAT?!" Serena shrieked angrily. "Is this somebody's idea of
a sick joke?"
"Look in the mirror and you'll find yourself . . ."
"I don't need to look in the mirror to see myself!" Serena
protested. "I already know what I look like!"
"On the surface . . . only on the surface . . ."
"Now see here, buster! I don't care who you are anymore. Just
get out of my room and leave me alone. I don't get enough sleep as it
is and I don't need you harassing me in the middle of the night!"
Serena angrily pulled her blankets over her head and turned a deaf ear,
no longer concerned about the mysterious voice whispering through the
night over and over again.
"Look in the mirror and you'll find yourself . . . Look in the
mirror and you'll see beneath the surface . . . Only then . . . Only
then . . . Only then."
THE NEXT DAY - RAYE'S TEMPLE
"Miracles do happen!" Raye Hino joked. "Meatball Head is
actually here on time for once."
"Very funny ha ha," Serena only smiled angelically at her.
"You're in a good mood," Lita Kino observed.
"Just being myself."
Amy Mizuno grinned. "It's good to have the old Serena back."
"You bet it is!" Mina Aino blurted out. "Especially after the
way you've been acting because of the whole Darien thing and -"
"Mina!" Raye glared at her. "Let's talk about something else,
shall we?"
"It's okay, Raye. I'm fine with it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Totally over him."
Raye looked at her doubtfully. "Well, if you say so."
"I do say so." Serena beamed at her and abruptly changed the
subject. "Well, what have you guys been up to lately?"
"You wouldn't believe who Lita and I ran into at the mall today,"
Mina gushed.
"You'd never guess!" Lita equally gushed. "He was so dreamy."
"So charming," Mina added in with stars in her eyes.
"So handsome." Lita grinned at each girl with excitement. "And
he looked just like -"
"Your old boyfriend!" Every girl finished for her and laughed
when Lita frowned in confusion.
"How did you know?"
"Lita," Amy started in a quiet voice. "According to you, every
guy that walks on this planet looks just like your old boyfriend."
"That's not true!" Lita protested loudly.
"She's right, Amy! Only planet Earth?" Raye chuckled. "Try
the entire galaxy!"
"Try the entire universe!" Serena gasped.
"Hey!"
Mina snorted. "Yeah! The Snickers Galaxy can only stretch so
far!" The girls turned silent and stared at Mina incredulously. "What?
Do I have broccoli in my teeth or something?"
"You mean the Milky Way Galaxy," Amy corrected.
Mina became baffled. "How many galaxies are there that are named
after chocolate bars?"
"As far as I know, only one. And I don't think our galaxy was
named after the chocolate." Raye stared at Mina. "You WERE referring
to our galaxy, right?"
"Yeah, so?"
Serena's stomach grumbled for a few minutes. The four girls gave
her a look of both disbelief and humor. "Sorry," she shrugged her
shoulders sheepishly. "All this talk about chocolate bars is making me
hungry."
"When are you ever otherwise?" Raye muttered under her breath
with a smile.
"Hey!" Serena scowled and glared at the dark-haired girl.
"Let's get back to the subject at hand, all right?"
"But I thought it was making you hungry?" Mina asked in
concern.
"SO," Lita laughed and addressed the concerned blonde. "Either
way, you're wrong."
"Either way what?"
"Whether or not there are other galaxies named after chocolate
bars, you're still wrong."
"About what?"
"About the name of our galaxy." Amy explained.
"Are we back to that?"
Raye sighed in defeat. "We've BEEN talking about it."
"Weren't we talking about my future boyfriend?" Mina exhaled
noisily with impatience.
"YOUR future boyfriend?!" Lita glowered at her good-naturedly.
Mina only ignored her tirade and announced firmly. "Anyway, I'm
hungry from all this talking. Anybody got a Snickers bar?"
"If I did," Serena chuckled. "My stomach wouldn't be
protesting!"
"Somebody shoot me right now," Raye jokingly cried out. Mina
stood up abruptly and started for the door. "Mina! I was only
kidding! Come back here!"
"Later, Raye!" Mina called over her shoulder. "I'm really
hungry and I can't wait! I want a Snickers bar!"
LATER THAT DAY
"My friends never fail to cheer me up. Even when they have no
idea I need cheering up." Serena said out loud to herself, reluctantly
dragging her feet in the direction of her house. "They sure made me
forget about the mirror phantom. About Darien." She snorted and looked
up at the clear sky above. "But good things never last long. I learned
that the hard way. Twice."
Serena sighed quietly. "But now. I'm actually having regrets.
When I've finally convinced myself that I don't need him in my life, I
start having second thoughts. Am I trying to prove something? To
Darien? To myself?"
Finally arriving home, she unlocked the front door and went inside.
"Mom! I'm home!" Only silence greeted her back. "I guess I beat them
home."
Enjoying the peace that associated the sound of silence, Serena
ran upstairs and locked herself inside her room. Immediately, she heard
a heart-wrenching sob that seems to be coming directly from her mirror.
"Who's there?" Serena whispered, not wanting to be a bother to the poor
soul behind the smooth surface of the pane. She slowly advanced to the
mirror and was surprised to find a dark void where her face should have
been. "Is there anybody in there?" Her voice wavered slightly as she
slowly placed both hands against the hard, cold outer shell of the
looking glass.
A flickering beam instantly showered a solitary figure within the
abyss. Serena strained to see past the fragile light and was shocked to
discover a slim girl slowly making her way to the other side of the
mirror. Her face is yet to be seen clearly but there was enough
lighting to know that the girl was softly crying.
"Who are you?" Serena asked gently. "Why are you crying?"
"Look in the mirror and you'll find yourself . . . Look in the
mirror and you'll see beneath the surface . . . Only then . . . Only
then . . . Only then."
'That voice,' Serena thought to herself. 'It's the same from
last night.'
"Look in the mirror and you'll find yourself . . . Look in the
mirror and you'll see beneath the surface . . . Only then . . . Only
then . . . Only then."
"What are you talking about?"
The phantom girl finally walked the last steps towards Serena
and looked at her directly in the eye. "Look in the mirror and you'll
find yourself . . . Look in the mirror and you'll see beneath the
surface . . . Only then will you find your answer. Only then will you
find what you have lost. Only then will you find yourself." Serena
gasped. Her heart skipped a beat as she stared at a pair of cerulean
orbs much like her own. Her heart constricted as she stared at herself,
as she stared at the girl in the mirror.
The phantom smiled sadly and said to her, "Now, do you understand?
Do you understand what you've lost? What you gave up?" Serena nodded
slowly, tears streaming down her cheeks, being reflected off of the
mirror. "You understand what you must do? Get me out of this empty
space, Serena. Free me; free us from the void. Free yourself from the
nothingness."
"I will," Serena answered hoarsely. She watched the dream fade
away and be replaced by her reflection. "It's me. The girl in the
mirror was me all along." Serena approached her bed to lie down under
the covers. She slept with a smile for the first time in many months.
And all because of a girl in the mirror. All because of herself.
THE END
That was a tad short. Sorry about that.
Well? How was it? Let me know. Hehehe. Don't worry. I'm planning a
sequel. Until next time.
*^_^* moonbunny83