Chapter 2.
Selene stared at the odd place she was in. She looked around at the demented black walls, everything looked so twisted. Finally, her eyes met someone who… well, looked just like her. She was more Goth'd up than she was. "W-where am I?" Selene asked. The girl looked at her. "In your mind." She said simply. She looked at the melancholy place and couldn't believe that this was her mind. "How… did I get here? Where's my body?" Selene asked. The girl looked at her. She looked really sad. She had cuts on her arms and was the saddest person Selene had ever seen. "You're body… when you can get out of here; you'll get your body back." The girl said. Her voice was smooth and silky, and very depressed. Her eyes were an amazing color of blue. "Who are you? Why do you look like me?" The girl made a pathetic attempt of a smile. "I am you. We all are." She said, and other people… more versions of herself appeared from behind the depressed her. There were 7 her's in all, and she realized they must be her different emotions. She laid her eyes on a punk girl; Anger. Then she saw herself with big eyes and dresses in a frilly yet old-fashioned dress; kindness. The next one was laying on a velvet bed, the only thing in her mind that didn't looked gothic. It actually looked sacred. The girl's eyes were shut, but she knew that she must be happiness. The depressed her must have known her thoughts. "You haven't felt happy for 45 years." Her sadness said. She looked down, and then saw 3 more of her emotions. One looked determined in finishing a poem, and she knew it was her love and creativity. Another one was cowering in a corner, her fear. And the last one looked brave and strong and independent, but she could tell she was quickly fading away; her faith. Selene bowed her head. Her mind even scared her. For the first time in years tears on sadness threatened to fall. She closed her eyes and narrowed her eyebrows, getting a hold of herself. Then, she saw another mirror. It looked totally mutilated and shattered, even bent. This must be how to get back, she thought. She walked up and put her hand on the mirror.
Inuyasha flew up the stairs at Selenes blood-curdling scream. He almost tore the door down, and found Selenes body lying down in front of the creepy mirror. He slowly walked up and put a hand on Selenes shoulder. He shook her, but her skin felt like ice. His eyes widened. She's not… dead…, he thought. She can't be dead. He turned and looked into the mirror. He gasped and saw not Selene's room, but a demented, mutilated, gothic, and just plain freaky place. He saw many versions of Selene, but they were far away. Except for one, whose hand was on the mirror, her face mortified. Could she see him? Just then Miroku came into the room. He looked at both Selene' and was perplexed. He looked down at Inuyasha holding the lifeless, not-stuck-in-a-messed-up-mirror version of her and smiled. Does he still care for her? He thought. Inuyasha looked at Miroku, his eyes pleading for his help. Miroku rolled his eyes. Why was he so smart? Inuyasha gets away with everything because of his stupidity! He complained in his thoughts, but kneeled over Selene. "Maybe if I…" he started to reach for her ass, but Inuyasha punched him. "She could be dead, you idiot!" He exclaimed, and then looked down. His word startled him. They meant that part of him believed her to be dead. Dead. He hated death. He hated loosing the people closest to him. First his mother, then Kikiyo, and now Selene. He tried to imagine what he would be like knowing Selene was dead, but he couldn't bear it. He closed his eyes and tried to shake the thought from is mind. He opened his eyes and noticed Selene wearing the necklace he had given her when they were 13. He smiled, and then noticed it glowing. It's glowing? Has it… done that before? I wonder what it means… Inuyasha thought. Miroku noticed it, too. "I never noticed that necklace before." He said. Inuyasha looked at him weird and then asked "What should we do? Why is her figure in that mirror? What the hell is going on?" Inuyasha demanded. Miroku looked at the mirror, deep in thought, and then sighed. "I don't know. This mansion used to be the castle of someone with some money long ago. Maybe there's a book about its history in the library." He suggested. Inuyasha made a face. "I'm not leaving her in here or that damn mirror or wherever the hell she is! Something could happen to her. We let her stay here so she'd be safe. Being wherever she is ain't safe! It's anything but safe." Inuyasha exclaimed. Miroku smirked. So he does care about her. He's denied it every time I've asked, but maybe he doesn't realize it. Maybe he just figured it out. Maybe he always knew. I wonder… Miroku thought. "Why the hell are you smiling! What if she dies! It'll be all our fault 'cause we stood around smiling when she was diein'!" He snapped. Miroku sighed and shook his head. He hadn't been his old self for years, and he had forgotten how annoying he could be. "Well, lets get her out of here and in another room, so she can lie down. You can watch over her, but I'm going to the library." Miroku said, walking away. "You ain't gonna find anything!" Inuyasha yelled after him. He sighed and looked down at Selene. He finally picked her up and carried her to his room and set her on his bed. He brought a chair from a desk in his room and sat down. He glared down at her. What the hell did she get herself into this time? I wonder if she's ok… wherever she is. Inuyasha thought. In the next 2 hours that seemed to him only minuets, Miroku came home. Inuyasha heard a knock on his door. "Yeah?" He asked, which was his way of saying 'Come in'. Miroku came in, sitting on the end of his bed, and set a book in front of him. There were a few pieces of notebook paper sticking out of the book, which Miroku had scribbled on. He turned the book to a page with a picture of the mirror on it. It was the exact mirror that was in Selenes room. "According to this book, Selenes room was the room on the first owner of this house. He bought that mirror from a so-called fortune teller in the early 1800's. The fortune teller had said the mirror was cursed. He kept the room in his attic, and one day he went up there, and was never seen again." Miroku said. "So we're never going to see Selene again?" Inuyasha asked, obviously frustrated. "Well, I don't know. Maybe you can get into the mirror and get her out." Miroku said. He looked back at the book and read a little more.