"Regan, I understand if you don't want to go directly into school. If it makes you uncomfortable, you can wait until you're settled." The Professor said kindly. Regan twisted uncomfortably, she had never been to school before, her father had always kept her close.
"I would feel more comfortable if I could settle in for a few days before I started school, thank you professor." She smiled softly, "I would also greatly appreciate if I could decorate my room?" Regan asked.
"Of course, Ororo, Logan, Hank, and I will all be here if you need any help." He said smiling at her apparent shyness.
"I'll be ok, thanks so much Professor Xavier!" Regan bounced out of her seat, "I'll see y'all later!" She felt their eyes leave her, her smile dropped, indifference dropping into place. Her eyes were glazed, a cell phone that seemed to be made out of mirrors in her hand. "Brother, do you have my things?"
"Mais oui. I will send it over for you." With a slight sigh, she hung up and wearily climbed the stairs, a mirror tapping gently as her door closed behind her.
"See the misfit in the mirror." She whispered running her finger along the ragged edge, waiting for her packages. With a ripple like motion, the mirror began to expel carefully wrapped packages and bags that dropped with a silent thump. "Thanks Rems." She said giving him a smile through the still mirror; it glittered like a broken shard of glass.
"Anything for you, petite." The smile was pained as he left the mirror, she didn't even notice as her finger slipped against the jagged edge, drawing a line of warm blood to run across her cold skin. Regan simply looked in the mirror, watching in fascination and horror, though she had gotten used to it by now, as her skin seemed to melt away, until she couldn't see her face anymore, the child who had become her was too small. Carefully, Regan stepped away from the door, her tiny ballet flatted feet quiet against the floor. Staring at one bag intently, she willed it to lift up, watching in silence as its contents spilled from the floating bag, dancing to some unknown rhythm; the pieces falling into their pattern upon the floor.
It's been a very long time, Regan. A small voice echoed in her head, I thought you had forgotten me. The girl, for the voice was distinctly feminine however young, said sounding angry.
"Never. I could never forget you, Alice." Regan replied, continuing to lay the pieces.
But you left me here! Alice demanded.
"You remain non?" There was silence, flashes of a tiny blond haired child flashing in the pieces large enough. Both minds were focusing upon their task, Alice's upon the much larger packages that now joined the glittering pieces in the air.
Ohhhh the room's pretty! Alice chimed, her voice soaring happily. Regan felt the amusement as the tiny blond spun, her hair flying and eyes closed, her arms outstretched to catch the sun.
"Is it?" Regan questioned, as she lay on her bed, eyes closed against the suns prying fingers. "I wouldn't know it, would I?" Alice looked over at her companion, her smile fading, her hand reaching out to Regan, only to be stopped by a pane of glass. Her sweet brown eyes lost their happiness, rage filling their depths. Her mouth opened in a scream, though no sound escaped her lips. Her fingers curled as she clawed at that pane of glass.
"Stop it, Alice. You knew this was the price you paid." The tiny girl stopped her tantrum, choosing instead to glare at the older girl, her teeth bared in a growl. "You can't exist without me, you're just a Reflection." Regan said standing before the glaring girl. Slowly Regan reached out a hand towards the mirror, Alice mirroring. Regan watched as Alice's screaming face and contorting body faded, the mirror staring at her, empty. "And I'm just a Mirror."