Elina (ilmatar) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2008-07-19 20:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | emily, mirrors |
Saturday night, Apt 7134, Emily (Closed)
Well after midnight on Saturday Emily stumbled back home after a busy day at work. She left her coat and the scooter helmet by the door and was soon greeted by Wayne, who came from her bedroom stretching and yawning.
"Hello sleepyhead. You've been under my blanket again for the whole day haven't you, just to spite me being at work?" she babbled at the cat as she ventured to the kitchen to feed him.
After a while of busying herself in the kitchen and changing to more comfortable clothes, she came back to the hallway and entered the small toilet. She hit the light and grabbed a hair clip to tie her hair with it before she turned towards the sink to wash her face, as she usually did right after coming home at night after work.
Standing behind her, visible in the mirror, was a young girl - rather sweet looking, actually, if you ignored the fact that her eyes were torn and bleeding. Aside from that, she looked like a stereotypical teenager.
Emily looked up at the mirror as she was gathering her hair to her neck and attaching them with the hair clip - but it snapped at her fingers and fell down on the floor. Her heart felt like it skipped a beat as she saw the horrifying creature right behind her, and she swung around without another thought to look behind her. But, of course, there was nothing there. There never had been. She must have been imagining it.
She leaned against the wall and hung her head taking a deep breath. Then she bent down to pick up the hair clip from the floor, and snapped it to the back of her neck to hold her hair away from her face. The woman turned again towards the sink and the mirror above it, not expecting to see anything more than her own tired face.
For a moment, that was all she saw - until the girl was standing there again, as if she'd never been gone. She grinned brightly (and it was not a pleasant expression - it was the smile of someone who knows something you don't, and is pleased about your ignorance), then stuck her tongue out.
Emily was reaching for her washing gel, but her hand ended up grasping for thin air as she was not looking at what she was doing. Instead she was staring at the mirror completely immobilized by the view - by that girl right behind her. Emily's eyes bulged and her jaw dropped, and finally she convulsed in the horror and nausea the sight brought on. Covering her mouth with her hands, she glanced behind her shoulder very slowly, like she was scared to actually find the girl there.
Really, had she learned nothing by now? If she could have seen the mirror while she was looking over her shoulder, she would have seen the girl laughing merrily - if silently - at her stupidity. There were some people who were so much more fun to torment than others. It was no wonder that Emily seemed to be attracting the more playful element of the Manor. If you could call them playful.
The woman turned back just as slowly, now afraid to find the girl still in the mirror. Her breathing was very disconnected and her eyes were permanently wide, and she held her arms against her chest defensively so that her fingertips touched her chin. She couldn't have been imagining something that did not go away, could she?
The girl smirked at her. She knew something that Emily didn't, and it obviously amused her. She seemed to revel in other people's misfortune - although of course she wasn't going to tell Emily what it was! That would be no fun at all. She shook her head dolefully at Emily, as if disappointed with her stupidity.
What horrified Emily even more was the fact that the girl was more than a mere scare crow - she actually moved. She made faces at her for crying out loud. Emily convulsed in utter disgust again at the sight of blood - and there was quite a bit of it - running from the girl's ripped eyes, and finally the horror built up from her gut to fill her lungs. Not being able to look away, but only wanting to run, she bent over a bit as the scream finally erupted from her lungs - very loud, and genuinely made of terror. She stumbled backwards in horror from the mirror now finally knowing that the girl was not really there behind her - but Emily's mind was playing tricks on her. Seeing through the mirror that she was about to collide to a girl whose eyes were constantly bleeding made her scream again just as she was about to bump into her, only that she was not there after all.
Emily could not take it any more - she ducked out of the bathroom and stumbled whimpering to the kitchen. She reached to get support from the kitchen table, but eventually fell down to sit on the floor beside it. Almost crying and gasping for air she found her phone from the table and before she knew it, she had chosen Vincenzo's number. Right before she pressed the green button to call, she paused.
What am I doing? was the first sensible, logical thought in her mind. Even if it had felt completely natural to reach for comfort and help in Vincenzo, she put the phone away. That was no way to impress a man, especially one that had been in the military serving with women as tough and strong as him. Emily felt a horrible need to be around someone - be around him - and hear some sort of an explanation and have him sooth the fright away, but instead she remained sitting on the kitchen floor whimpering alone, thinking that she was losing her mind for seeing things like that. After a while she realized she would have to face a reflection soon again if she was going to move in her apartment at all, and so the next 45 minutes were spent torn between getting a grip of herself but not quite making it, and almost calling Vincenzo but being too ashamed of her own weakness to actually do it.
OOC: Thanks to Clare for writing the girl with the bleeding eyes!