'I'm worrying about it! I'm worrying about it! Worry! Worry! Worry!' - Death the Kid
I sighed, kicking a pebble out of my way.
I was wandering again, walking down gray stone alley after gray stone alley, except that this time, it was different. I didn't have a place to go back to after venting out my anger, and I sure as hell wasn't going back to school.
I heard a shout behind me, and I picked up my pace until I was running. I hoped that I wasn't overreacting, that it wasn't one of them. I took a turn and stopped in another alley. This one had street shops. I didn't even bother checking my surroundings further. I just walked my problems off like I always did.
Depressed to say the least, I walked past an antique shop that had some mirrors on display. I stopped suddenly. I wasn't sure why, but I felt like I'd just touched upon the answer to my problems.
I walked into the shop, still unsure why I was going in. The man at the counter greeted me, and I nodded back, looking distantly at the mirrors. I remembered an old rhyme.
42, 42, 564, whenever you want to knock on Death's door.
This was crazy. No way was I trying it. Maybe I was. I glanced around, made sure the guy wasn't looking at me, and breathed on one of the mirrors. I wiped at the mist on the glass with my finger, forming the numbers 42, 42, 564.
"I must be crazy." I muttered to myself.
Then, for a brief moment, I thought I saw something flash in the mirror. I got a glimpse of black before the man at the counter spoke.
"I'd rather you didn't touch the mirrors, young 'un."
I jumped, whirled around and pressed my back against the mirror, feeling self-conscious.
"I-I'm sorry, I..wasn't thinking." I stammered, and the man nodded. I glanced over my shoulder at the mirror, but the vision was gone. I must've imagined it. Grief and other overwhelming emotions had made me start seeing things I hoped to see, that's all.
I ducked my head at the man and walked quickly out.