The moon was full and it showed down on the pool outside, almost like it beckoned for you to go outside and just marvel at its beauty. The dark, brisk wind rushes through my open window. Brushing the curtain out of the way, flipping the pages in my book and sifting through the papers left on my desk. As it swirls through my room another gust comes by and fuels the wind.
The sudden decrease in temperature wakes me up with a shiver down my spine. As I open my eyes, it's still black, the room is still black. To the right of me, I hear a crack and shattering. There's a blinding light that makes the room light up with a white glow and a harsh tinge if scattered red.
I realised that the shattering was my mirror. My parents had warned me not to break it, but they had never told me why. I panic and look for something that could've broken it, and, I see a small grey mass on the floor. A rock. A rock broke the mirror. I laugh to myself and put it in my pocket.
The blank board that used to hold my now broken mirror in place. Then sparks shoot from it. That's all I can remember besides getting some of the "sparks" on the back of my shirt after trying to protect my face from the sudden temper tantrum by the mirror. I look at my back and see that they accumulated around the same spot, my left shoulder blade.
I start rushing around my room. During this time, I realised that as I got closer to the sparks on my mirror, the sparks on my shirt would glow. I grab a bag and start filling it with clothing, the essentials of hygiene and, food. I quietly rush down the steps to fill the rest of my bag with food. As I run bag up to my room I hear a cough coming from my parent's room. I get quieter and faster. I sprint to my room and change.
As I take off the shirt I feel a burning. The sparks had burned through the shirt and onto my skin. The dust particles had seemed to form a part of a shape. I couldn't make out what it was. As I continued to change, putting on a comfier shirt, and a pair of jeans, I slip into my favourite dark grey hoodie and sneakers. I get close to the dresser again and the burning begins but it's ten times worse then before. I look for something to bite or yell into as an attempt to not wake my sleeping parents. But I can't find anything.
As I'm shrivelling on the floor the pain fades away. I get up slowly and shakily. I become aware that the sparks had continued to form, the sparks on the dresser board had now added to my back, peicing together a shape, I don't know what it is or what it means, but I couldn't have happened for no reason.
I get up and walk towards the board, with the backpack full of supplies on. The sparks on the mirror are gone and now little black holes are in their places, and, they're expanding. Soon these black holes take up the whole dresser board. I reach out to touch it, and black.
Now I know why Mom and Dad said not to break the mirror.
