Chapter 2
It was hard to tear my eyes off of the person in the Glass. They didn't look bad; no, not at all. Maybe even sometimes they could even be called pretty. With fair skin, platinum blonde hair and light green eyes, they were interesting to look at. Just not often.
To a normal person, they would look fine; happy even. Just not to me. The person in the Glass looked lost, shattered. They looked broken. Just like all of the Pure Glasses hidden in the Broken Room. I screwed my eyes shut as soon as the though entered my head. 'No, do not think of the Room. Do not think of it. Do not speak of it.' Hearing a hiss come from my doorway, I jerked my head up and away from the Glass, thankful for the distraction. "Paris", I mumbled. "Come here."
The virgin-snow colored Turkish Angora looked at me with disdainful eyes, and with another hiss sauntered her way over with her nose in the air. With a roll of my eyes, I leaned down and scooped her up in my arms. Pressing her warm soft body against my face, I smiled as Paris began to softly purr. "We'll be alright. Not now, and probably not soon either, but one day."
As I placed her back on the floor, I heard the clock in my sitting room chime 6. There was no other noise. Brushing it off, I went over my schedule in my head again. Pursing my lips with determination, I strolled up to my closet. Placing my hands on the ebony black handles, I allowed myself only a moment of self-pity before looking up at the doors. With a wince, I wrenched open the closet.
And nearly decided to go to school in my nightclothes. It would have been easier.
But nothing in life comes easy. Not in mine any way.