Another indulgence of mine because it fits them so well.
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Learn it by heart, snowflake. It's easier that way.
Nobody has ever paid a visit to this tiny room in the attic. It had always been like this for as long as I could remember. The faces of the people who resided in here were blurry in my memories. Winter left ages ago and Father never took the time to see me. Food would always be delivered at a specified time; never late or advanced. The person would promptly leave after doing their job without sparing me another glance and would come back only to gather the dirty plates and utensils for them to do it all over again the next day.
I've grown tired of trying to find a way out of this room. The huge mahogany doors were too heavy to open as it was also locked from the outside and my legs can't carry my weight for a long period of time. The looming dread of silence from the other side of my door was a painful reminder that I'm a frail girl having an empty dream of happiness in this world of absolute solitude.
And this day was no different from the others.
I had a hard time getting up from bed and instinctively reached for my cane. When my palm met with the smooth piece of wood, I looked over the room with squinting eyes. Nothing changed like I'd dreamt the night before. It was still dark, no lights were present and only thin rays of sunshine made it through the tiny gaps of the walls. It was quite difficult to see and maneuvering around with my condition did not help any even with the help of my trusty cane. At times, it was confusing for me to know whether it's daytime or nighttime.
The room was cramped filled with boxes that stack up as high as the ceiling filled with things I know nothing about. It was most likely to be possessions of my family or things that were supposed to be thrown away. The food was beside my bed, prepared in its usual way and I ate in eerie silence. With a grunt, I crawled myself out of bed and took my time going through the maze of boxes and antiques to reach the place where an old mirror is. Its gleaming gold edges were begging for me to come over.
Step by step, I took my time knowing how the floorboards groan with my weight. The musky smell of cardboard and dust was something I had gotten used to as years passed. "I'm almost there." I said aloud. My left leg had completely stopped moving with the walk and my right one seems to be doing the same as it felt numb all over.
"Don't do it now. We're almost there." I encouraged my legs but knew it was futile. In an instant, something shook the whole place and my face met the dirty floor. My ears were ringing from the loud sound and my head felt like it was split into two. By the looks of things, the war still wasn't finished with its bloodshed. Brushing the dust that stuck to my body and clothes, I stifled a cry as my legs had completely given up. I haven't even used them all that much the past few weeks either.
I really am useless, aren't I?
It took me a while to get to the mirror as I would've liked but it's not like I had a choice. The cane was deemed unnecessary now and I used my arms to lift my upper body and drag it to the floor. Clothes now soiled with dirt and dust, I finally sighed in relief. "I'm here now". Gently pulling the white sheet draped on it, I wiped my reflection on the mirror as I knelt infront of it.
My hair was ivory white that goes past my waist. It didn't occur to me that I haven't tied it up in its usual side ponytail. Perhaps I was too preoccupied with my worries to remember. I was incredibly skinny as I was merely skin and bones and I was very pale in complexion. My eyes expressed sorrow and grief but somehow, a little hope glimmered within. A little spark that I held on till this day.
A hope that someday, someone would come and see me.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall…" I chanted. "Who's the loneliest of them all?" A pitiful laugh escaped my lips as I wondered how I got into this mess in the first place. My eyes scanned the old mirror, waiting for an answer and it only reflected me. I knew that already.
I had always known. "It's me, after all."
"Would it be alright to ask another question?" This is what I make use of my time. Talking to a busted up mirror, aware that it would not respond to whatever I ask. It was something to keep my sanity in check. Something to remind me that I cannot give up just yet. Something to call a "friend" even if it did not have a soul. Something, however broken it was, to keep me company even if I was just simply talking to myself.
"Perhaps I may be of assistance." A voice called out suddenly. It was gone as soon as I snapped from my reverie. Had I imagined it?
"Who…?" I whipped my head, looking for the source of the sound. The room was still the same as before, nothing was out of place and no one had opened the door. I hung my head. "I'm beginning to hear things now." I smiled bitterly. It was impossible. "I must be mad."
"No, you're not." The voice argued. "Look at me properly. I'm right here infront of you." The voice called out once more. My head slowly rose, too exhausted to retort to whatever entity talked inside my head. I expected to see my familiar reflection in the mirror but my eyes were no longer blue.
They were now gold that shone brilliantly.
"How in the world…" My eyes were glued to my reflection and gradually, not only my eyes had changed but also the shade of my ivory locks. It lost its pristine white replaced by raven black hair that flowed beautifully down until my hips. Triangular ears popped on top and clothes were now positively different from what I'm currently wearing.
"You finally heard me… I'm glad." It said again. I blinked once or twice, and even pinched myself to see if I'm actually dreaming this. My clothes were still the same, dusty and dirty and my hair was unaffected. When I returned my attention to it, a new figure had appeared. Raven black hair, brilliant gold eyes and cat ears proudly stood atop of her head. My heart hammered inside my chest. Whether it was anxiety or relief, I did not care.
"It's nice to meet you." The person from the other side smiled at me with eyes which bore a striking resemblance to mine.
The twinkling hope that someday, someone would come and see me.
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Will be multiple chapters and im trying this one out. Maybe 3 or 4
Take note of the little things that happen because it's all connected.
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