Beyond the mirror

Chapter 1- Finding a strange land

Many years ago, I met a man named Micheal Greene, who changed my life for the better and eventually for the worst. As soon as I met him I knew that we were to be together. He being an experienced lifeguard saved me from drowning when a sudden powerful wave swept me underground, knocking me unconscious. I was sure that I would die but soon I coughed up water and opened my eyes to see my handsome savior, who loved me instantly. I was happy that I had almost drowned for I got to meet my love. Two years time, we were happily married and I had given birth to a beautiful baby girl named Bea (short for Beatrice). We were such a happy family, we did everything together. We watched movies, went on amazing vacations, picnics and hikes. We never quarreled about anything, even if the bills were pilling up and the mortgages needed to be paid, for together we would always find a way. All of that changed when Micheal fell very ill and was diagnosed with cardiac cancer two weeks after. The news devasted our whole family and soon we quarreled over every small misunderstanding. Our family went from extremely blissful to extremely broken. What a change Michael's illness had on our family.
It was a gloomy, dark wet day of Michael's funeral and all his family members surrounded round the coffin all dressed with sad expressions of grief and in black gowns. Beatrice and I had stayed at the hospital throughout the whole summer worried sick that they could not save my husband and the father of my child. In the night he's heart stopped beating and he just stopped breathing. There was nothing they could do to save him and it crushed me. It crushed me because I couldn't save his life as he done for me when we met. Soon I took it out on Beatrice and verbally abused her harshly. Now she was missing and the investigation had prolonged for two months. As I looked at his lifeless corpse I didn't care if the best detectives in the world couldn't find my daughter, I would no matter what.
After the funeral I drove over to our secluded vacation beach house, which our family had visited frequently and the last place I had seen my daughter. I knew that the authorities have already searched the house inside out many times but I had to follow my gut and the feeling I would find her there. I drove into the drive way and soon many pleasant and unpleasant memories flooded through my mind.
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"Mom, you won't believe it, my mirror is a portal to another world,"
"Oh sweety, you know I don't have times for games right now, if I'm to plan our vacation time properly,"
"But, mom this is something you have to see, please!!!" She wined desperately tugging at my floral dress.
"Fine, but be quieter, you know your father isn't well so let's not wake him,"
"Yeah," she silently whispered before gesturing for me to follow her to her room.
I followed her and was led to her mirror on the wooden wall.
"Touch the glass, your hand will go through!" She exclaimed, "sorry, I'll be quieter."
I shook my head at her great imagination and enthusiasm and played along by placing my hand at the mirror's glass.
As I had expected my hand didn't magically pass through it to the land of Narnia but instead just hit the hard surface.
As soon as I saw her sudden solemn expression, I had truly wished that my hand had went through.
"Oh honey, don't be sad, you didn't think there actually was a world beyond this glass mirror, it might be antique and old but not magic"
"Oh, mom, there is a world beyond this mirror, I'm not making it up, this is exactly what happened to Lucy from my book,"
"The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe book I bought for your birthday?" I asked, before she nodded hanging her head,"No wonder you are talking about magical lands and portals to new worlds." "You must understand Narnia isn't real, darling," I continued to explain to her. Her father had led her to believe in fairy tales from tooth fairies and Santa clause to fairies and Narnia, and I believed she was old enough to know the truth.
"But, mom.....," she said interrupted by the arrival of Michael's personal doctor. He had brought the news of his cancer on us and I had quarreled over him putting fairy tales into her head and him leaving me, all as a way to let out the pain.
I knew it was wrong and it haunts me everyday. I keep wondering that if I had done something different, like believed her story or kept my calm and settled disputes instead of starting them, that maybe my daughter would still be with me.
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Oh how I missed her. Missing her made me realize how wrong I had been, and I wanted to right that wrong desperately. I searched the vacation house for 4 hours start for even just a clue and nothing was found. I was depressed and scared that my daughter was gone for good. I sat done with my back against the wall of my daughter's pink and purple room, remembering how much fun we had painting the room her favourite colours and all I wanted was for us to be like that again. Almost at once a beautiful blue butterfly pitches on my nose for a few seconds then hovers in front of my face almost as if inviting me to follow it. It was small but beautiful with black and blue designs on it's wings. It left a sparkly trail behind it as it lead me to my daughter's bedroom mirror. It raced right up to the glass. As it did I rode my hands up in anticipation that the butterfly would slam right into the glass and get hurt. To my greatest astonishment, the butterfly flew straight through the glass to the other side of the glass. My eyes were wide in shock and I just couldn't believe it.
"Bea was telling the truth!" Is all I managed to say before reaching through the mirror myself to the world beyond it.
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Happy New Years those reading this on January 1,2016. Thanks for reading and wish you all an amazing 2016 and for you all to see many many more. Please check out my new books coming out. Read, comment, vote, follow and ENJOY!!!