"See you tonight." Thedore called put with a wink. I waved him goodbye as I tucked the present under my arm and fumbled with the keys in my hands. I pulled out my keys to see the familiar gleam of my golden keys. I pushed open the door to my party ready house. Pink and white streamers decorated the place. A dance floor with two giant stereos are setup outside along with my pool and drinks.

Inside the house is blackout decorated meaning glow and the dark awesomness. There is a chocolate fountain and a open buffet. I also set up the bar in my dad's den to serve just regular drinks. Glow and the dark punch, water, sodas, floats. Not much alcohal. Unless shown I.D of course. I want this to be perfect! I even have some party activites set up. Gotta hand it to them, my parents can be awesome. To bad they had to go on another one of their business trip.

I drifted out of my thoughts as I trudged up the stairs to my bedroom. I placed my backpack on the floor as I settled down on my bed, sitting criss-crossed and setting the present in my lap. I lifted the cover up, my fingers skimming against the black satin ribbon. I held the mirror up once more.

So beautiful.

So perfect.

Everything I could ever wish for. I slowly got up from my white comforter. I stepped closer to my drawers, unaware of where I was going. I looked down at my hand curiously as my hand reached into the drawers and picked up a pack of nails. My eyes widened. Those weren't there before. I set the mirror down onto the desk and closed the drawer. I tried to pull my hands back but I wasn't in control anymore.

"S-Stop."

I stuttered. I didn't know who or what I was talking to but I knew that whatever was controlling me was sinister. My hands opened another drawer where a hammer I've never seen before was placed. My hands wrapped around the cold metal handle. "STOP!" I screamed. I was being controlled. Something was physically lifting this hammer.
Then it stopped. My hand relaxing around the hammer.

I found myself shaking as I stared at the tool. At the nail. "What was-" I was at a lost for words. I felt a lump growing in my throat. I was startled, afraid. I regained my composure. I held the metal nail against the wall and began forcefully hitting it with the hammer.

"Bam!"

"Bam!"

"Bam!"

3 hits. I dropped the hammer onto the desk and picked up the mirror. It felt foreign in my hands. Something was wrong. Something I couldn't put my finger on.

So I hung the mirror.

It seemed to glow as it was placed. I backed away still shaking. Breath in. Breath out. I closed my eyes. Stepping back I bumped into my bed and collapsed into it. As soon as my head hit the comforter, I instantly was put to sleep. I shifted into an unconscious state.

"Brooklyn." Someone called put my name. "You need to wake up."

"My queen." Called out a diffrent voice. There is was again. That voice. It was calling me, but why? A queen? I felt bundled up in frustration. My eyes snapped open. A dark room. Voices seemed jumbled up around me. Diffrent pitches all speaking at the same time. I tried to move but something held me down. Something restrained me from lashing out.

Going insane.

"Perfection doesn't break."

Someone reminded me. The voice of my mother? "So stay strong. Take control." Control. I needed to take control. I closed my eyes. A brief moment of silence. Regain control. Brooklyn, take control. I lifted my arms against the invisible ropes that held me down I pulled at them until finally one snapped. I let out a groan in pain as Another rope attached itself to me. But it was lighter, more weaker. More visable.

I pulled at my arms again, pushing against my barriers. Both ropes snapped at the same time. "One more time." Said a femine voice. I let out an inchorent grunt as I pulled again. The ropes falling losely at my sides
I sat up, reaching for my bounded feet. But before I could they began to dissapate into thin air. I was hectic. In a daze. "No." I mumbled. I felt tears brimming at the corner of my eyes. "No." I whispered before I fell unconscious again.

I woke up in a cold sweat.

"All a dream."

I thought looking out my window. I saw it was slowly becoming night. A loud alarm was blaring from my backpack. I rushed through it to clasp my hands around my phone. "7:30." It read. 30 minites before my party. My eyes trailed to my wrist. One tear ran down my cheek as I saw red marks,

Rope burn.
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Things are getting intense, what do you guys think about the story so far? Making any connections? Hmmm....