I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I didn't recognize who I was looking at, not anymore. A stranger was looking back at me, a stranger I didn't want to know.
I started washing my hands in the crummy bathroom of the Motel down the street. Every few seconds, I'd look up at the mirror and I'd swear I'd seen something. The solitude was killing me, taking its precious time until I completely lost my mind.
I glanced up at my reflection one last time, but I noticed something different. My reflection had a small grin on the corner of its mouth, but I knew I was frowning. I approached my face and I watched as she raised her hand up. I cowered away, nearly tripping over the bath tub. Bringing her arms out of the glass, she held on to the moldings, pulling herself through. Her head turned sideways and she observed me a moment before stretching out her arm and grabbing my neck. Her cold hands tightened around my fare skin and she pulled me along with her. I braced for the impact but instead of colliding with a hard surface like I had expected, I went right through the mirror, landing on the other side of it in a roll.
I brushed myself off, looking around frantically. I was standing near the edge of a cliff, the sky completely submerged in darkness. You could feel the heat radiating from the bottom of the gorge and when I dared lean over and take a peak, all I could do was stand in horror as I watched the molten lava and fire cover the bottom. I backed away quickly but collided with a hard surface that made me jump in terror. I turned around and there I stood, with a mischievous look in my eye.
"Poor thing, so frightened," she circled me like a predator. It was odd hearing my own voice, seeing my self from my own point of view.
"What do you want from me?"
"Look at you, so pathetic," she shoved me and I stumbled backwards. "Still searching for your Mommy."
"Shut up," I muttered, beginning to walk away from her. From myself.
"Come and fight me, you bitch," she shoved me again and I fell on my knees. I got up quickly and turned around, anger building up in me. I went to push her back but I stumbled through her and she laughed at my useless efforts.
"Go away!" I shouted, blocking my ears and squeezing my eyes closed. Her laugh echoed in my head and I began screaming at the top of my lungs. "Get out of my head."
"You can't fight this Olivia, you can't fight me." I felt her fingers glide along my neck. "Embrace it," she whispered in my ear. "All your pain will disappear."
"You're not real," my eyes shot open.
"I am your mind calling out to you," she took my cheeks in her hands. "It is inevitable Olivia."
A loud ringing began to play next to my ear and my eyes shot open as I rose up on my bed. I tried to catch my breath, but it felt as though something was pressing against my chest.
I slowly came to realize that my phone was ringing next to my head and I picked it up, pressing it to my ear. "Hello?"
"Open the door," Jonathan's voice came through the line.
"What?" I shook my head, brushing the loose strands of hair from my face. A loud banging sounded from the metal door and I sprung on my feet and ran to open it. He walked straight inside and slid his phone in his pocket.
"Pack your bags, we're going," he grabbed my suitcase next to the door and dumped it on my bed.
"Where are we going?" I watched intently as he started picking my clothes up off the floor.
"We're getting your Mother back," he said and my heart skipped a beat.
"You know where she is?" I shouted but he kept a straight face.
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Reborn (SEQUEL TO "THE FALLEN ANGEL")Teen Fiction
After her death, Olivia needs to learn how to live again in a world she has yet to discover. With a new threat on the horizon and her past coming back to haunt her, Olivia and Lucifer's love will be tested in ways she never could have expected, but...