Well, this is certainly an Iconic moment to complete NaNoWriMo with...
She doesn’t know how long she stood in front of that gilded mirror either, simply staring. Not even at herself, as there was no reflection to be had from that particular looking glass. She felt a particular kinship with Alice, and pondered perhaps there might be a world at the other side of that mirror, and if she could just… she reaches a finger out to prod at the mirror, hoping to might feel the tip of it slide right through, mercurial like water. What happens instead is a vice grip snagging at her wrist as something uses her as anchor to pull itself out. She shrieks, the thing following her out even after she shakes it loose. A scrambling body reaches blind for her, just the bare arms shaken loose from the glass first, then comes the torso, twisting in a rictous until its face contorts to greet her, chin tipped upward, jaw stretched open in a wretched harpy scream, as if to summon an entire flock just like her. The thing’s pale hair falls backwards into her face, long and trailing against the dusty floorboards. And when it shakes loose, it’s penetrating green eyes, two emeralds gleaming headlights, catching Marnie faun-like in their gaze. Marnie’s head snaps to her only clear exit: the door she came through. But this is eliminated as quickly as its sought out, slamming before she can even run to it. It’s not only locked from the outside, but melted into the wall until Marnie’s not even sure a door was there in the first place. And now all that’s left is… The window. The two parting window panes unlatch easily at her touch, and she stretches one adolescent leg up onto the sill, then the other, until she’s standing, overlooking the garden below. And with one final fearful glance back at the creature pursuing her, she jumps.