Ok...I thought it was about time I updated this story. And I apologise that it has taken so long. I've been doing exams, and am celebrating the end of them by updating. So enjoy. This plot is also entirely my own, so if you don't like it, I apologise!

I obeyed my mother, even from the grave. My room became my haven, and my haven was my home. I only left to eat and only when there was no one else in the house. My emotions were in a whirl those first few days, and I lost count of the number of lights I had to change and the number of meals I wiped from the walls. Gradually, I learnt to control those emotions, through meditation and reading. Everyday, when I got up, I sat on my bed and relaxed, breathing and searching inwards for peace. It was boring and I never enjoyed it, but it was something I had to do. Sometimes, I would open my eyes to find that half the day had left me while I sat there.

My friends abandoned me. I never left the house and I was all alone. But I did not mind, for I knew that if I let anyone close to me, I would hurt them. I was so afraid of hurting someone that I became a recluse. I almost lost the use of my voice because I had nobody to talk to. That is one of the reasons my voice is so hoarse now…I never used it.

Almost three months after discovering this power, I was meditating on my bed when a noise startled me. My eyes snapped open and, to my astonishment, I fell. I didn't fall far, but it was enough to hurt my back. I winced and looked out of the window, but I could neither see nor hear what had scared me so much. I turned back to relax once more, when a light caught my eye. It was the mirror my mother gave me in her letter, the one she had asked me to use when I felt ready. As I considered it, I knew I was as ready as I could be. I walked over and picked it up, before sitting on my bed and looking at it. I stared at my reflection for a good ten minutes, trying desperately not to feel foolish. But it was difficult. I was looking into a small mirror that was supposed to do miraculous things and all I could see was my face! Finally, I gave up and laid the mirror on my lap, relaxing and beginning the familiar exercise.

A sound reached me and I opened my eyes and moved to walk towards the window. The place where I stood was not where I had been sitting a mere five seconds before. I gazed in wonder at the black and red surroundings, the rocky path with several small archways across it. Something about this place comforted me in a strange way, but also terrified me. The moment I began to feel afraid, there was a flash of movement beside me. I spun, ready to face whatever it was, and another flash. I spun again, but could see nothing. I was feeling a little dizzy so slowly, I turned, trying to see whatever it was that ran past me.

A voice called, "Look down."

I am not usually one to listen to voices in my head, but this time I paid attention. A small stairway appeared at my feet, the path, for the moment, was broken. Carefully, controlling my breathing, I walked down those steps.

The stairs opened out into an open space. I stepped onto the rock and moved forward, into the middle of the space. The flashes of movement were becoming more and more frequent and I had no idea what to do. The voice called again, sounding both far away and nearby.

"Call us."

Call who? I could see no one, and continued watching the dizzying display of colours that flashed past me. It made me ill, so I paused, breathed, then opened my eyes. I did not know it at the time, but I sounded like Starfire who I would meet later in my life.

"Hello? Strange coloured people? Will you come here?" My voice sounded rather croaky. I'd forgotten how to speak.

One by one, the figures obeyed, until I saw them for who they were. The all seemed familiar, but different. I could not place them.

"Who are you?" I asked, trying and failing to not be confused.

The nearest figure stepped forward. It wore a yellow cloak and, like the others, had its face covered by the hood.. A hand reached up, a feminine hand, and pulled the hood away from her face.

"We're you," she said.

Her face was like mine, with a few differences. She wore glasses and held a book in her hands. I turned to see the rest. They wore different coloured cloaks and all had my face. One smiled, one looked miserable, another was confident…

"We are parts of your personality. You have to push down your feelings, which become us. We are the parts of you that others can no longer see. But when you use the mirror you mother gave you, you can meet with us and talk to us if you so wish. Whenever a new feeling appears, like fear… (she nodded towards one terrified looking creature who looked like she wanted to run away)…another one of us will appear. We basically let you know what you are feeling and help you to deal with it. Those archways are the places we live. We need a home too." she grinned, something I could not do, and had forgotten how.

I felt a jerk and fell to my knees. The grey cloaked one looked up sharply.

"You must leave, he is going to hurt us!"

I felt myself being jerked towards the exit, a small place where I could leave the mirror. Sounds, colours…all melted together. Light appeared before my eyes and I opened them with a start. A hand swiped, and pain filled my head. I looked up to see who he was…

My father. He roared at me in anger. Even now, I do not know why he was yelling at me, but I was too scared to find out and too terrified to calm down. My light flashed quickly and he continued yelling at me. He swiped again, but somehow I managed to protect myself. Those few moments allowed me to calm down, to gain control once more. My head came up and did everything I could to keep calm and to protect myself. His fist came down, and suddenly I was certain I saw a green cloaked figure appear before my eyes, but I blinked and she was gone. I am certain she took my place for a few moments, and made some major changes in my life.

I blinked again and my father lay unconscious on the floor. I looked, numb. I felt nothing, thought nothing. I stayed that way for a few seconds, but it seemed like a lifetime. Suddenly, I remembered. If he woke, and I did that…I would get killed. He was capable of doing it and in his rage he wouldn't listen to me.

I ran. Ran faster than I ever ran before (but there would soon be days when I ran faster). My shoes skidded along the floor, almost hurtling me into a wall. I grabbed my cloak on the way down the halls. I knew where I wanted to be but I didn't know how long I would be there. I could hear him stirring and begged my personality to help me. It was a desperate and insane thing to do, but it worked. The yellow one appeared in my mind's eye.

"The launch pad" she answered, simply.

I sprinted, pausing only when I came face to face with the craft. Swiftly, I launched myself into it, trying to remember how to drive it. There were too many buttons and leavers, but I could hear the same figure speaking to me, reminding me what I had to do. The door burst open, but by then I was already in the air and was about to take off.

The last thing I remember from my escape was an angry and desperate roar from the figure on the launch pad. Then, the planet disappeared rapidly, leaving me with my thoughts, my mirror, and the open darkness of space.

A/N

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