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It was a safe haven underneath my duvet, the soft cotton folds lightly lying upon me randomly, the air trapped underneath getting warm and familiar, the dark blocking out the real world with real possibilities. It was safe enough for me to get some sleep - even if it was only very short and very light. Plus the dark stopped my head throbbing. When my eyes would refuse to stay shut any longer, I lay there, staring into the never ending black, debating furiously with myself whether to check the mirror, stay there or flee out of the room. The fleeing was winning. “Stop being so damn stupid!” My lovely inner voice was telling me off. I squirmed as if I were in a nervous position, as if my parents had just walked in on me and Josh kissing, but knew that it was right. It was impossible in every way, shape and form for something to exist inside a mirror. For starters, the dimensions are all wrong. For seconds, how would anyone survive with no food? No air? For thirds… it sounded ridiculous. Nothing that ridiculous existed. Not even a gullible six-year-old would believe a tale of someone the other side of the mirror. And I was far from a gullible six-year-old. Somehow, I had drifted off. Colours were swirling around my head, rhythmically pulsating. Relaxing and peaceful and… easily disturbed. The scratching sound. Scratching, then tapping. Then a mix of the both. Relentless. It came from the corner of my room - the corner of the mirror. My body tensed and I instinctively pulled my safe haven closer around me. It became more intense. More urgent. My breathing became deeper. The hairs on my arms and neck raised, as straight as soldiers, as decibel by decibel, it got louder. “For fucks sake.” Inner voice was angry. I could almost hear it spitting fireballs. “It’s probably the radiator. Go and have a goddamn look before I personally whoop your ass.” My eyes squeezed so tight the inside of my lids went black, I slowly edged the duvet off of me. The cold air made me suck in air, stinging my teeth and making a hissing noise. Abruptly, the scratching and tapping stopped. Blowing my fringe out of my eyes, I slid my feet onto the floor. I whipped them back up onto the spongy mattress as the tapping started again, losing all of my courage, all of my strength. “I mean it!” spat my mind. It was like invisible forces were pulling me towards it. Without even acknowledging my feet were back on the floor, I found myself making my way towards the reflective slab stood like royalty. It was easy and painless. My mind was numbed into calm and the normal, warm trickle of blood was flowing through my veins. Not like the cold, tomato soup that had been flowing through me moments before hand. Not a sound passed through my lips, which were closed as tight as a flower press, as my eyes set upon the boy. The boy that did exist. The boy that did go against all laws of the possible, and most probably all the laws of physics going. His hair this time tied up in a sloppy ponytail with odd bits hanging down, his mouth in a half smile - mischievous yet slightly badass, his almond-shaped, sapphire blue eyes were serious, although somehow half smiling.
“Dude. You’ve got to be tripping. Ring someone. Find out what was going on last night. Anything.” Now even my conscience was scared. His lips started moving. Slowly at first. Then his words became more pronounced, faster. Except I couldn’t hear them. A fire of rage was building up in his eyes as he realised I couldn’t hear. He took one step forward and“What the fuck! Mum! Mum!” I was screaming, scrambling backwards across the floor, looking for something to grab in case whatever he was got through. Anything at all. I heard an angry groan come form down the corridor and the sound of feet being dragged sluggishly across carpet. “This better be good. You better be screaming for a reason!” Yanking the door open, I fell sobbing into mums weak arms, almost falling to the ground. Startled, she knelt down, making it easier for her to support me. I could still feel his eyes on my back. “Careful! He’s mad!” jumping back up, I swung around and burst back into the room, ready to fight. “He’s not getting me!” There was no one there. Nervously, mum poked her head into the room. She screwed her face up as she looked at the room, with everything as she had last seen it apart from the scrunched up duvet. “I’m going back to bed. No more messing around. I’m upset. I want to sleep. Disturb, and die.” she turned and left. “But he was here! In the mirror! Mum!” I spun in a circle, completely checking he hadn’t got out. I took one brave glance at the mirror and saw nothing. Just a smooth, reflective surface in a frame. “Fine! I want it out of my room. Now. I’m leaving.” Will and Josh were laughing boyishly at me, jostling each other with their elbows and making wise crack after wise crack on my tale. I’m a strong person, but seeing the two people you care for most in the world outside of family taking the mick and not believing a word of what you have said hurt. My eyes were like flood barriers struggling to keep the wall of water behind - stinging, occasionally leaking and ready to give way at any point. Unexpectedly, Josh stopped laughing and wrapped his arms tightly around me. He smelt of freshly mown grass - completely the opposite to the usual spicy deodorant he wore. He had side swept his mahogany fringe out of his eyes, revealing the almond shaped sockets with dark chocolate circles in. “Completely opposite to the -” stopping mid-thought, I banished all thoughts of my strange mirage. Locked it into the bad times safe, along with many other social events of the past. Will pulled his already low trousers lower, revealing more of the rainbow hotdog boxers he was wearing. His chunky trainers had burn holes in where he had tried to set fire to them a few weeks ago, the odd flash of red appearing through them as he wiggled his toes and they poked out. A white shirt. Will and a white shirt meant only one thing - a girl to impress. He seemed to think it made him look better than normal. Whenever he said that, I called him delusional, told him you’d never get a more Quasimodo-looking human unless you crossbred a turnip, a rat and a troll all together, and that whatever he wore, nothing was going to change that. He would always reply with “well… your ass looks huge. All the time.”
I smiled, the mornings events all melting away in Josh’s embrace. “Will -” “Lexi… before you start…. Your ass looks huge. All the time.” he cut me short, bursting into laughter as soon as he had finished. Damn boy. Always knew my thoughts. “Let the games being.” I thought, smirking to myself. “I was going to say… you actually look quite dashing today. If Josh weren’t here I’d be having a hard time controlling myself.” I winked my best flirting wink, adding a hair flick into it. Pulling me in closer, Josh growled, “As if I’d let you out of my sight!” and began tickling me. Will immediately jumped in, helping Josh manoeuvre me to the floor. Pinning me to the floor with one hand each, they both used their free hands to tickle. I was choking in laughter as the concrete beneath me burnt my back. “Give! I give in!” I squealed, thumping them as I tried to get them off. Josh stopped and stuck his tongue out, “Only if you take it back.” Obviously, my decision was taking me too long, so he started again. “I give! I take it back! I give in! I take it back! I take it back!” I screeched, gulping in air whenever I could. They stopped abruptly, dusted their knees off and casually went and sat on the bench. Eventually, I got up and joined them.