The Mirrored Memory
A dusty basement, with nothing more than an old rocking chair in the middle of the room. A silhouette was rocking slowly, not moving. Just rocking. The wind seemed to be the cause by that, yet it was not windy whatsoever. The basement was poorly lighted, causing the rocking chair to have a terrifying shadow. The shadow of a human being sitting in the chair. Yet, there was no one there. It was just the chair, rocking on an hypnotizing way. Cry felt his feet touch the dusty ground. Though he felt like he was floating into the scene, he could still feel the coldness of the ground touch his toes. He could feel the presence of something in the room other than himself. His feet were naked once again and a lock of dark blue hair was hanging in front of his eye sight. Cry held his breath for a couple of seconds to listen carefully, trying to hear the wind that seemed like to be moving the rocking chair. But he could hear breathing. Breathing in his ear. A breath that wasn't his own. The sound of footsteps above his head caught his breath to continue. He wanted to move his body, but when he took a step forward he bumped into something invincible. An invincible wall, as it seemed. He put both his hands against the invincible wall and focussed his eyes on the rocking chair, trying to ignore his pounding heartbeat. No one there, yet the chair kept rocking. Cry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could hear his heartbeat pound in his ears and it made it hard for him to focus. Once he opened his eyes, the chair was filled. A little girl was rocking the chair. Her black hair was covering up her face and her two pale hands were laying on her lap. Cry could see her face, but the way he couldn't move and the way she was rocking made him worry. He could feel the cold metal around his neck from the necklace he was given in one of his dreams push hard against his skin. The girl looked up. Her black eyes were piercing right through his soul. Her pale skin seemed seenthrough. Not taking her eyes of Cry's, she got up. Slowly. Intimidating. She seemed weak. Almost inhumane. Slowly, she took a step towards Cry. He felt a hard pull around his neck. She took another step closer to him. A pull once again. It seemed like his necklace wanted him to go forward. His necklace was pulling with every step the little girl took. But Cry couldn't move. He was caught inbetween. She smirked as she got closer quickly. One step after the other, the pulling became unbearable. He felt like the necklace was chocking him, and the girl was inches away. Smirking and looking him in the eye, she raised her hand when she was close enough to touch him. All he could do was stand there and accept it. She raised her hand and put it against the invincible wall. And that was the moment when Cry realized she was caught in a mirror, and he was just looking at her from the other side. She smiled as her black locks fell in front of her face again. With a cold voice, she spoke. "You made me do it." A terrifying scream as she seemed to grab the mirrors glass. Crack were filling up Cry's eyesight, causing it to make it harder and harder for him to see what was happening. The mirror was breaking. Cracking. And a pale hand was reaching for his necklace. The necklace was pulling, and Cry was choking. Her hands was inches away from his neck, but before she could reach it everything went black. Cry gasped for air as he opened his eyes. His light immediately went on and a silhouette appeared in his doorway. "Cry? Goddammit... You were screaming..." Cry tilted his sweating head and saw Anna's worrying face looking down at him. "Are you alright...?" "I'm fine." he replied, still trying to get his breathing back to normal. "Do you want some tea or anything?" "No, I am fine." "Wake me up if you need anything, Cry. Please..." Cry tilted his head back and closed his eyes. "I'm fine, Anna. Goodnight." "Sleep well, Cry..." Anna whispered before closing the bedroom door softly. Cry smiles softly by hearing those words. He did sleep, but it was everything but well. He turned around in his bed and stared at the window across his bed. He felt the cold metal of the necklace press softly against his skin. And he wondered when he would ever find an answer to stop these unusual dreams of his.
