The day was way too happy. Everyone was out and about in the sunny morning. Kids were happily playing, birds were happily singing, and fish were happily swimming- or something stupid like that.
Reagan scowled at the ground and scuffed her gym shoes. Why wasn't the world sad and dreary, like in the movies? When her family told her that Hamilton was killed, she couldn't believe it. Then, they told her Ted Starling was killed as well. She just broke.
No one particularly mourned, but that was only because THEY WERE ALL DEAD. Reagan felt as if only Madison and she were left, which wasn't really true, but without her loud brother and her kind, quiet friend, her heart was empty, and since they were told Ned was gone as well, Madison refused to come out of her room.
Hot tears started to drip down her face, but she quickly wiped them up using her sleeve. She had to stay strong.
Reagan continued down the park pathway. She had told her family that she was going to go to the gym, but instead, she snuck off to her ballet practice in the large recreation hall close to their house.
Ted Starling was the one who told her she should do whatever she wanted, not listen to what her family wanted her to do, which in this case, all she wanted to do was ballet. Reagan felt her eyes water again when remembering Ted…
Shaking her head, she jogged the rest of the way to the recreation building, ending up with her getting there 15 minutes early. The room was empty, but it wasn't unusual as the teacher usually arrived right on time or sometimes late.
Reagan sat her bag and water bottle down on the shiny wood floor and stared at the mirrored walls. She could see herself going on and on forever. It was almost dizzying. To escape her own reflection, she looked down to her feet.
"Regan." A whispering voice startled her and she glanced up. In the wall across the room, the reflection showed a clear image of Ted standing right behind her, whispering in her ear.
"Ted?" Reagan whipped her head around, but there was nothing. She rubbed her forehead and groaned. 'My imagination…'
"Reagan." Ted's steady voice whispered again and he was still behind her in the mirror.
This time, instead of looking back, Reagan bravely walked forward, towards the reflection. Her eyes glazed over.
"Ted? Are you in the mirror?" Reagan held out her hand and touched the cold glass.
Ted's hand reached out to touch hers as well as her reflected hand.
"Reagan… I missed you. A lot." Ted's forlorn face gazed out of the mirror. He was in every single reflection, going on forever.
"Ted! It's really you isn't it. Not my stupid brain, right?" Reagan shouted out, confused, but happy. He was dead, right? But, he was here, so it must have been untrue.
"I can see again, Reagan." His voice echoed throughout the room. "God, you're so beautiful."
She felt her hand slip into the mirror and grasp Ted's own warm hand. The tears dripped down her face and she felt like she could fly.
"I d-don't get i-it..." Reagan whimpered. "Where did everyone go? Why are you here?"
The reflection rippled and Reagan had a difficult time concentrating on Ted's face.
"They're all 'here' with me, okay?" His eyes sparked with excitement. "I want you to be 'here' as well."
Reagan frowned blinked her eyes slowly, not comprehending, but gradually coming to her senses.
"Where is 'here', Ted?"
"It's great 'here', Reagan, you'll love it," Ted answered, ignoring her question. "You're brother's 'here', too."
"No."
The liquid mirror stopped moving and became still glass again. Reagan tugged at her hand, still feeling Ted's grasped around it, but it seemed incased inside the glass.
"Reagan?" His voice was dripping with betrayal and his face unbearably sad. "Why?"
Fear rushed through Reagan's body as she realized what was happening.
"You're dead!" She managed to say. The glass tightened around her clenched fist. Ted put his hands to his face and sighed.
"I don't want to do this. I was hoping you'd come with me more easily." Ted's eyes showed a different expression than his face. His eyes were wide and Reagan could tell they were scared, but his face showed cold confidence.
"Stop. Let me go," Reagan said firmly. She tugged fiercely at her hand in attempt to free it.
With one last jerk, she pulled her hand free of the mirror.
"I don't want to hurt you." Even though his facial expression stayed the same, tears began to fall off his face.
A crack spread up from where Reagan's fist was trapped all across her reflection. Ted's face disappeared from the ballet room mirrors.
The glass shattered into thousands of ragged shards, leaping across the walls and dancing in the air. A tremendous thundering blast showered out into the room.
Reagan sensed the crystals sear her body, as they tore across her skin, until she couldn't feel anymore.
The crimson petals splashed against the polished slivers and clattered to the ground in unison.
Ha ha it's been more than a month! I was on vacation! Geez I'm so lazy. Sorry for grammar mistakes and so on because I tried to post this as fast I could... And the OOCness (Out Of Character) because I have some sort of twisted head canon (If you even know what that means)... And I've been trying to get to my summer homework so I told myself I would write less... Well, my sister gave me this idea so yeah. Have fun reading it (Or an absolutely terrifying time!)
The funny part is just about everyone's told me I'm psychotic... Hm... Maybe I should be concerned...
Well, I'm probably going to complete this after a few more chapters as I said earlier, and every once in a while, I'll write another chapter or something.
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