"And then it happened one day - everything was unexpected

Inside the dusty old mirror, was, instead, a boy reflected

He said he was a magician, that wishes were his specialty

I wonder how I felt that time, when you looked and smiled at me."

(Y/n) P.O.V

I slowly stepped deeper into the room. It was dusty and filled with objects that were protected with white sheets. I looked around as i walked towards the giant circle window. Some of the objects were shaped like boxes and others like furniture.

I reached the back of the room and stared out the window. The streets were filled with cars and the footpaths were filled with people. Not far in the distance, i could see the old bell tower for my school, it was swaying side to side, indicating the start of another school day.

Slowly, i turned to face the way i had entered. It was dark and hard to see but i could still make out the white sheets. Who knew what was under some of them. No one had been up here for years.

I sighed as i felt my eyes sting, slowly, i pressed my back against the window and slid down to the ground, tears forming in my eyes. By the time i was sitting on the ground, a river of tears had appeared.

Was this what it was like to be truly alone?

I couldn't stop the tears falling... One after the other, they fell.

Drop, drop,drop. 

An endless rain of sorrow.

Crying was a natural response to pain- the pain i felt within me. I am just so sick and tired of being shoved aside!... I cried some more as i hugged my knees. My legs began to get wet from my tears, guiding my tears to the floor where they collected in a puddle.

Life wasn't fair at all! Why did this have to happen to me!? Why not someone else!? Anger quickly replaced my sadness. Anger boiled and ran in my veins. Oh how angry i was! WHY ME?! I stood up quickly and grabbed the nearest thing; a box full of books. 

Grasping the box tightly, i stared at them. All these books were those i had used for studying over the years, my backup when i was all alone. Probably half the reason i was treated the way i was. Tightening my grip to the point of puncturing the cardboard, i twisted my body and threw the box.

I watched as the box flew up into the air and sailed across the room, gravity dragging it back down and landing with a bang. Suddenly, a white sheet had blown off and began to  float to the ground. A bright shiny spark flashed before my eyes.

Eventually the flashes of light started to flash in my eyes for longer periods at a time until it just stopped. Shielding my eyes with my hand in case the flashing started again, i inched my way to the destruction. I had probably broken something incredibly valuable. 

No longer was i thinking about being alone, the sadness or the anger... i was curious as to what i had hit. With each step, the floor boards creaked. 

Creak-

creak-

creak-

I stepped past the sheet that had fallen to the ground and even spotted the box of books i had thrown. Discarding the two items,  i stepped up to the tall item. It was a little taller than myself and made of wood, only once i had dragged it beside the giant window had i noticed what it was.

It was a mirror. A giant one. The glass had reflected off the sun and caused bright lights to flash before. Obviously i had thrown the box and it flipped the mirror around and around.

I touched the detailed border. The wood's grooves and edges had chipped and had gotten slightly dirty over time but it was rather pretty apart from that. The glass was clean and crystal clear. Nothing else seemed to be out of place which surprised me- i figured that i had at least broken the glass with the impact of the textbooks.

I stared at the image in the mirror. I saw an ugly girl in an ugly school dress who was all alone... me. Staring into my eyes, i noted how red they were, the tear stains on my cheeks and my quivering lips. It made me want to cry all over again.

No wonder people didn't hang around me! I bit my lip in an attempt to stop the tears, placing a hand on the cool glass and squeezing my eyes shut. My head hung low as my tears dropped. It landed with a splatter onto the floorboards, creating a shiny spot.

WHY ME!?

I continued to cry, the minutes flying past.That's when i sighed, looking up to see my reflection once more. Only to frown in confusion as the mirror clouded up. I hastily wiped my eyes with my hand and removed my other from the cold glass.

The white fog like substance had started to turn a slight blue before vanishing. I was confused, what was going on? No scientific explanation could solve this mystery! I shut my eyes, it was probably my vision...

 That's when i opened my eyes to see instead a boy reflected.  I HAD to be dreaming- or dead. This was not possible... it was, magical! It was not expected to see someone apart from yourself in the mirror.

My head instantly ran through all the horror stories i had read about with a mirror. Whenever a character saw a guy in the mirror- they were dead three seconds later. So i screamed, loud and clearly for anyone to hear. I stumbled backwards as the figure let out a "Watch out!". I tripped upon another one of the boxes and fell into the mess.

Soon i found myself scrambling out of the boxes and tripping over repeatedly. All the while, the figure in the mirror stared at me. I continued to scream out random things as i progressed to the front of the room.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" i yelled, by then, i had made my way to the staircase, my hand ready to press the button that would release the stairs.

I would have gotten away to if the voice hadn't spoken as if they were watching me the whole time i was in the attic. "No wait!" They called, i froze on the spot, not daring to move a muscle. "Don't run off! I can help you!" 

"W-what do you want?" I stuttered.

"I can help you!" He promised. I unfroze and began to consider the strangers words. "I won't hurt you! I promise!" He repeated.i don't know exactly why but i stepped  towards the mirror, looking straight into boy's eyes. He was more of a young adult at about 18ish with brown eyes and black hair. He wore a black cap on his head that had the letters SFN stitched in red and gold letters.

I cocked my eyebrow. "How so?" I asked, interest replacing all other emotions from before. I walked towards the mirror and stared at him. He only beamed as sat on the ground cross - legged, behind him was what looked like a bedroom which had a slanted roof. and a couple of windows.

I copied him and continued to stare at him until he spoke again.

"I want to be your friend." He said.

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