By Rachel O'Leary
Misty Smith walked to her locker to get her books for homework. She had a bad day in school, then again most days in school where bad days. Misty didn't really have many friends. Most people didn't like her and she had no idea why. Even though she was never mean to anyone and no one was mean to her she could tell that they didn't like her around when she was near them. She twisted in the code to her locker and pulled on the lock. Misty praised herself in her head as sometimes it would take her five or six tries to open up the lock. She collected her books for homework then got out her phone and earphones and started listening to music as she began walking home.
She checked her watch before opening the door to her house it had taken her fifteen minutes to walk home. She paused her music put her phone away, put a smile on her face and then opened the door. "Hello, I'm home!" Misty shouted as she closed the front door. "Hello, how was your day?" Misty's mam asked "Same as every day" Misty said dragging her bag up the stairs still wearing the hollow smile on her face. "I'm gonna do my homework, don't come into my room" Misty said closing her bedroom door. As soon as the door closed the smile fell of her face and she flopped on her bed and looked at the ceiling. Misty sighed, she was glad it was Friday, no more school for another two days. She put back in her earphones and started listening to music again when there was a knock on the door. She shot up off the bed and put her phone away. "Don't come in I'm doing my homework" Misty shouted as she took a book from her bag and opened it on her lap. Misty's mam opened the door anyway and stepped in. "Mam" Misty said glad she looked like she was doing her homework. "Sorry, I know I'm not supposed to come in but I forgot to tell you something exciting" her mam said smiling. Misty smiled and nodded but on the inside she was screaming. She hated when her mam said something like that because it usually wasn't anything fun or exciting. "Your Granda is bringing you to a pop up antique roadshow tomorrow, won't that be fun?" Misty's mam said smiling happily. "Really? I can't wait. But I don't know if I can go, I mean, I want to but won't Molly be jealous and want to come and then it will just be a hassle for Grandad", Misty said hoping her mam wouldn't let her go anymore. "Oh, don't worry about Molly, I'm bringing your sister to the cinema so she won't be jealous. She won't be bothering you and your Grandad tomorrow!" Misty smiled her hollow smile and nodded. Her one chance to get away ruined. "Yay, I can still go", Misty said trying her best to sound convincingly happy. "Ok" her mam said "I'll leave you to it". She closed the door and Misty grabbed her pillow and screamed into it. Really Misty thought an antique roadshow, great I'm gonna spend my Saturday looking at hundred year old chairs. And with that Misty actually did her homework and went to sleep dreading the day ahead.
Misty woke up early. This was surprising, as she usually woke up late. "Ugh" Misty said remembering that she had to go to the roadshow today. She dragged herself out of bed and got dressed into jeans a t-shirt and a hoodie. She went down stairs and made breakfast. She sat down on the sofa and checked her watch: 8:23am. Her Grandad was coming to pick her up at one o' clock so she still had some time to enjoy herself before she left. Misty was surprised her little sister Molly wasn't awake yet. Molly was only five and usually got up around this time. Just then Misty heard footsteps coming from down the hall. Misty went tense. Who is this she thought. Misty's little sisters head popped out from the door way. Misty relaxed "Hello Molly", she said as her little sister ran over to her and climbed onto her lap. They watched the T.V together until there was a knock on the door. Misty unfortunately knew who it was. So she put on her hollow smile and answered the door. "Hello Grandad" Misty said as she hugged him. "Ready for today?" her Grandad asked with a broad smile on his face. "Yup". Misty said, grabbing her bag off the end of the stairs and putting one strap over her shoulder. "Bye everyone", Misty shouted "See you soon", and then she closed the door and her day began. There was no backing out now.
The car ride was really awkward. Mostly Misty just stared out of the window as her Grandad tried to make conversation. But after a while even he knew it was a lost cause. The antique show was in the middle of a field with some tents containing items and some items on tables outside. Misty walked along, following her Grandad as he excitedly looked at antiques on tables. Misty got her phone from her bag as she walked after her Grandad. She started playing her music, sulking as she dragged herself from one table to the next. Her Grandad stopped to look at an antique trunk, Misty continued to walk. She walked past a table with a mirror on it and her music stopped. She tried to get it to play again but it wouldn't. "Stupid phone" Misty whispered as she put her phone back into her bag. She stood up and looked at herself in the fancily decorated gold rimmed mirror. She screamed as she looked at the reflection. Standing behind her was a skinny dark figure. It had skin that was a dark grey colour, its eyes were two gaping black holes on its face, it seamed as though they pulled you in and swallowed you whole. And its mouth was fixed in a large grin that stretched from one side of its face to the other. And the mouth was packed full of sharp teeth that filled its mischievous grin. "Misty", her Grandad said as he ran over to see if she was ok. "Is everything alright?" Her Grandad asked as Misty hugged him trying to delete that image from her mind. "Yeah I just saw something weird in the illusion mirror" Misty said as her Grandad stepped in front of the mirror. He looked at the mirror, and his head tilted slightly. "I don't see anything strange" her Grandad said "Well except for a beautiful antique mirror that is. Actually I'm going to go buy this." Her grandad picked up the mirror and started towards the stall where you buy items. "Here", her Grandad said as he threw her the keys to the car. "Go have a seat in the car, I'll be there in a bit" Misty didn't catch the keys and they fell on the floor she sighed as she picked up the keys and headed towards the car, trying to figure out what exactly she saw in the mirror.
Her mam answered the door and Misty walked in and straight up to her room the image still in her head. She had to see that mirror again, so she could find out exactly what it was she saw in the mirror. She ran downstairs and her mam was still talking to her Grandad at the door."Mam can I stay for a sleepover at Grandad's house tonight?" Misty asked her mam hoping she would say yes so she could see the mirror again. "Don't ask me that, ask your Grandad". Misty's Mam said turning to her Grandad. "I don't see why not!" Her Grandad said smiling. Misty ran upstairs and threw some pyjamas into a bag and ran downstairs. Misty said goodbye to her mam as she got into the car. Her Grandad stepped into the car and started to drive away. All Misty could think about was the foul image of the thing in the mirror. Hopefully now she could figure out what it was.
Misty could hear her Grandad hanging the mirror up on the wall in the downstairs bathroom. She waited in the guest room for her Grandad to finish so she could go downstairs and take a look. After a while Misty grew restless and she went downstairs regardless of whether or not her Grandad was still in the bathroom. Her Grandad was making sure it was straight when Misty entered. "How's it going?" she asked stepping in front of the mirror. "Fine I'm just done now" Her Grandad said taking a step back to admire his handy work. A shiver ran down Misty's spine. There it was again that thing, latched on to her, except this time there was one behind her Grandad too. She could see its long spindly fingers spread wide from its body. Misty could barely make out faint black lines that lead from the creatures fingers to her arms and legs. She lifted her arm to point at the mirror and realised that the faint black lines moved and so did the creatures fingers. Misty almost screamed and ran away but something held her in that spot. The thing, the demon. Was controlling her. "Can you see a weird grey figure thing in the mirror?" Misty asked her Grandad as he was about to leave. He stepped beside her and stared in the mirror. 'I don't see anything" her grandad replied patting her head. "Anyway I better put the dinner on." He said leaving her alone with the mirror. She could see the demon moving the strings as her Grandad left. Misty locked the bathroom door and stood next to the sink. Something inside her told her to touch the mirror. She steadily raised her hand or the demon steadily lifted Misty's hand and she touched the mirror. Her hand went right through and the reflective surface rippled swallowing her hand into whatever lay beyond.
Misty quickly removed her hand then began to play with the mirror sticking her hand in and out of the reflective portal or whatever it was. She unlocked the door and ran into the kitchen. She grappled two sharp knives from the knife block and ran back into the bathroom then locked the door once more. She shoved the knives into her hoodie pocket then stood up on the sink and entered the mirror.
She was in an empty abyss. There was a small fog around her feet that went up to her shins so she couldn't see what she was standing on. The world seemed to never end, each direction seemingly going on forever the only thing she could see was the mirror behind her. "Hello?" Misty shouted to nothing. She heard a noise from behind her. She turned around but there was nothing there, when she turned back the demon that controlled her was now staring at her, its black holes for eyes seemed to see things about herself even Misty couldn't see. Its head tilted slightly as it eyed her up. Its sharp toothed grin shimmering at her. "What are you doing here foolish girl?" the demon asked. Its mouth didn't move but she could hear its deep raspy voice inside her head. "I'm here to free myself from your control", Misty said taking one of the knives from her pocket and holding it out between herself and the demon. "Foolish girl. I need you to survive, you will be nothing without me." The demon said inside her head. Misty lunged at him with the knife, it easily dodged her swipe. And she could hear its laughter inside her head. She swiped at the left where the demon stood. It slid to the right. Misty then put her left hand in her left hoodie pocket and put it on the knife. She stabbed at the demon with the knife in her right hand and it slid to the left. Then with lightning fast reflexes Misty whipped the knife from her left pocket, dropped the knife in her right hand and stabbed the demon in its chest. Black blood spilled onto Misty's hands. She turned to the demon and began repeatedly stabbing it in the chest. Its mouth opened and it let out a blood curling scream. It collapsed on to the floor and Misty got on top of it, continuously stabbing its chest. It went limp and Misty lifted the knife from its body before stabbing it one more time and leaving the knife in the demon. She stood up and caught her breath. Her heart was pumping. She wiped black blood from her face with her sleeve, it wasn't much good as her sleeve was also covered in the blood of the demon. She wanted to get out of this place as fast as she could so she jogged to the mirror and stepped through, back into the normal world.
Misty should have felt glad to be back in the normal world, but she didn't. In fact Misty didn't feel anything. She felt empty and incomplete. She didn't care if her Grandad saw her covered in the blood of the demon because she couldn't feel anything. Misty put her ear against the bathroom and listened, trying to pinpoint where her grandad was. She heard him shout at a football match that was playing on the T.V in the sitting room. She quickly unlocked the door and ran up to the guest room. She took off her hoodie and changed her pants, she had found a pair that fit in her Grandad's room so she put it on. She went into the upstairs bathroom and washed the demons blood off her face and hands then went into the guest room. Misty could smell the dinner cooking but she wasn't hungry, she didn't feel bad about killing the demon, she didn't feel happy about killing the demon, she didn't feel guilty or angry. She just existed.
When her Grandad called her down for dinner she ate it in silence as she even found it hard to force her hollow smile. She didn't even feel happy when her Grandad's dog sat on her lap and licked her face. What is going on? Misty thought as she sat on the sofa in the sitting room as hollow as a chocolate egg at Easter. Why can't I feel anything. I want to, but I can't. What does being happy even feel like? Misty thought everything would be ok in the morning she was probably just in shock so she went to bed as early as possible, and hoped she would be OK in the morning. But everything was not OK in the morning, and as the days rolled on and turned into weeks Misty began to crave the little emotions she took for granted.
Misty looked at everyone in the class and couldn't help but feel jealous. She wondered what they were feeling and what those feelings felt like. Misty went about her day trying yet again to feel angry at someone or laugh at something but she didn't even remember how to do it. It had been five weeks since she killed her demon and left the mirror. It's words kept ringing in her head 'you will be nothing without me' at the time she had no idea what the demon meant but now she understood. And she had become so desperate for emotions that she was willing to enter the mirror once again but this time it was in search of answers.
Her Grandad was a little suspicious when she turned up out of the blue, but didn't really care as she was a visitor. She sat down and chatted with him for a while, Misty obviously didn't have a good time because she forgot what it was like to be happy. She left when the conversation died down and went into the downstairs bathroom. And there hanging on the wall was the fancily decorated gold rimmed mirror. Misty climbed onto the sink and felt nothing as she stepped into the mirror, back Ito the world that heals so many mysteries and so few answers.
Misty was back inside the abyss, as she called it. Everything looked the same except for one of the demons standing in front of her. She walked over to it unable to be scared of its eerie presence. "I have been waiting for you Misty Smith" ,the demon said once again she didn't see its mouth move but she heard its voice in her head."You killed one of us, I can smell its blood off you" the demon said looming over her and staring at her with its empty eyes, which now come to think of it where much like her own eyes, emotionless and empty. "I need to feel something anything! I'm desperate I need to be able to feel again!" Misty said probably sounding not as angry as she was going for, then again what was angry to her. "Come closer child" the demon said as it outstretched one of its arms. Misty stepped closer and the demon put its hand on her head. "I will cure you" it said and Misty felt a wave of an unknown feeling wash through her and then everything went black.
Misty awoke in the abyss. She felt no different. Misty stood up and walked towards the mirror portal. She stepped through the mirror and could feel all the emotions around her, she could feel happy, sad, angry. All she wanted to do was burry there feelings inside her and let them consume her. Misty spotted her reflection. Her skin was a greyish colour and she had a smile that reached from one side of her face to the next, her eyes where like two black holes and her hands where distorted, her fingers stretching to around the size of a long ruler. She didn't even care all she cared about was a strong feeling of happiness she could feel in the air not to far from where she was. Misty did not know where it was coming from or what it was but she followed it anyway.
She arrived at a familiar house, her own. Outside on the grass Molly sat playing with her dolls laughing and screaming with delight. There was a demon on Molly's back taking the joy all for itself. Misty walked over behind the demon and stabbed her long fingers inside of its chest and tore its still beating heart from its rib cage. She then crushed the heart and pulled the demon from Molly's back, Molly had no idea she was covered in demon blood because she could not see what Misty could see. Molly could not see Misty walk towards her nor could she feel Misty attaching strings to her wrists and looming over her. She made Molly play with her dolls and she could feel the happy feelings flow through her. But Misty needed more. She made Molly accidentally break one of those dolls and Misty felt her sorrow. Never again would she be free to make her own feelings but then again they never really were her feelings in the first place.
Misty Smith walked to her locker to get her books for homework. She had a bad day in school, then again most days in school where bad days. Misty didn't really have many friends. Most people didn't like her and she had no idea why. Even though she was never mean to anyone and no one was mean to her she could tell that they didn't like her around when she was near them. She twisted in the code to her locker and pulled on the lock. Misty praised herself in her head as sometimes it would take her five or six tries to open up the lock. She collected her books for homework then got out her phone and earphones and started listening to music as she began walking home.
She checked her watch before opening the door to her house it had taken her fifteen minutes to walk home. She paused her music put her phone away, put a smile on her face and then opened the door. "Hello, I'm home!" Misty shouted as she closed the front door. "Hello, how was your day?" Misty's mam asked "Same as every day" Misty said dragging her bag up the stairs still wearing the hollow smile on her face. "I'm gonna do my homework, don't come into my room" Misty said closing her bedroom door. As soon as the door closed the smile fell of her face and she flopped on her bed and looked at the ceiling. Misty sighed, she was glad it was Friday, no more school for another two days. She put back in her earphones and started listening to music again when there was a knock on the door. She shot up off the bed and put her phone away. "Don't come in I'm doing my homework" Misty shouted as she took a book from her bag and opened it on her lap. Misty's mam opened the door anyway and stepped in. "Mam" Misty said glad she looked like she was doing her homework. "Sorry, I know I'm not supposed to come in but I forgot to tell you something exciting" her mam said smiling. Misty smiled and nodded but on the inside she was screaming. She hated when her mam said something like that because it usually wasn't anything fun or exciting. "Your Granda is bringing you to a pop up antique roadshow tomorrow, won't that be fun?" Misty's mam said smiling happily. "Really? I can't wait. But I don't know if I can go, I mean, I want to but won't Molly be jealous and want to come and then it will just be a hassle for Grandad", Misty said hoping her mam wouldn't let her go anymore. "Oh, don't worry about Molly, I'm bringing your sister to the cinema so she won't be jealous. She won't be bothering you and your Grandad tomorrow!" Misty smiled her hollow smile and nodded. Her one chance to get away ruined. "Yay, I can still go", Misty said trying her best to sound convincingly happy. "Ok" her mam said "I'll leave you to it". She closed the door and Misty grabbed her pillow and screamed into it. Really Misty thought an antique roadshow, great I'm gonna spend my Saturday looking at hundred year old chairs. And with that Misty actually did her homework and went to sleep dreading the day ahead.
Misty woke up early. This was surprising, as she usually woke up late. "Ugh" Misty said remembering that she had to go to the roadshow today. She dragged herself out of bed and got dressed into jeans a t-shirt and a hoodie. She went down stairs and made breakfast. She sat down on the sofa and checked her watch: 8:23am. Her Grandad was coming to pick her up at one o' clock so she still had some time to enjoy herself before she left. Misty was surprised her little sister Molly wasn't awake yet. Molly was only five and usually got up around this time. Just then Misty heard footsteps coming from down the hall. Misty went tense. Who is this she thought. Misty's little sisters head popped out from the door way. Misty relaxed "Hello Molly", she said as her little sister ran over to her and climbed onto her lap. They watched the T.V together until there was a knock on the door. Misty unfortunately knew who it was. So she put on her hollow smile and answered the door. "Hello Grandad" Misty said as she hugged him. "Ready for today?" her Grandad asked with a broad smile on his face. "Yup". Misty said, grabbing her bag off the end of the stairs and putting one strap over her shoulder. "Bye everyone", Misty shouted "See you soon", and then she closed the door and her day began. There was no backing out now.
The car ride was really awkward. Mostly Misty just stared out of the window as her Grandad tried to make conversation. But after a while even he knew it was a lost cause. The antique show was in the middle of a field with some tents containing items and some items on tables outside. Misty walked along, following her Grandad as he excitedly looked at antiques on tables. Misty got her phone from her bag as she walked after her Grandad. She started playing her music, sulking as she dragged herself from one table to the next. Her Grandad stopped to look at an antique trunk, Misty continued to walk. She walked past a table with a mirror on it and her music stopped. She tried to get it to play again but it wouldn't. "Stupid phone" Misty whispered as she put her phone back into her bag. She stood up and looked at herself in the fancily decorated gold rimmed mirror. She screamed as she looked at the reflection. Standing behind her was a skinny dark figure. It had skin that was a dark grey colour, its eyes were two gaping black holes on its face, it seamed as though they pulled you in and swallowed you whole. And its mouth was fixed in a large grin that stretched from one side of its face to the other. And the mouth was packed full of sharp teeth that filled its mischievous grin. "Misty", her Grandad said as he ran over to see if she was ok. "Is everything alright?" Her Grandad asked as Misty hugged him trying to delete that image from her mind. "Yeah I just saw something weird in the illusion mirror" Misty said as her Grandad stepped in front of the mirror. He looked at the mirror, and his head tilted slightly. "I don't see anything strange" her Grandad said "Well except for a beautiful antique mirror that is. Actually I'm going to go buy this." Her grandad picked up the mirror and started towards the stall where you buy items. "Here", her Grandad said as he threw her the keys to the car. "Go have a seat in the car, I'll be there in a bit" Misty didn't catch the keys and they fell on the floor she sighed as she picked up the keys and headed towards the car, trying to figure out what exactly she saw in the mirror.
Her mam answered the door and Misty walked in and straight up to her room the image still in her head. She had to see that mirror again, so she could find out exactly what it was she saw in the mirror. She ran downstairs and her mam was still talking to her Grandad at the door."Mam can I stay for a sleepover at Grandad's house tonight?" Misty asked her mam hoping she would say yes so she could see the mirror again. "Don't ask me that, ask your Grandad". Misty's Mam said turning to her Grandad. "I don't see why not!" Her Grandad said smiling. Misty ran upstairs and threw some pyjamas into a bag and ran downstairs. Misty said goodbye to her mam as she got into the car. Her Grandad stepped into the car and started to drive away. All Misty could think about was the foul image of the thing in the mirror. Hopefully now she could figure out what it was.
Misty could hear her Grandad hanging the mirror up on the wall in the downstairs bathroom. She waited in the guest room for her Grandad to finish so she could go downstairs and take a look. After a while Misty grew restless and she went downstairs regardless of whether or not her Grandad was still in the bathroom. Her Grandad was making sure it was straight when Misty entered. "How's it going?" she asked stepping in front of the mirror. "Fine I'm just done now" Her Grandad said taking a step back to admire his handy work. A shiver ran down Misty's spine. There it was again that thing, latched on to her, except this time there was one behind her Grandad too. She could see its long spindly fingers spread wide from its body. Misty could barely make out faint black lines that lead from the creatures fingers to her arms and legs. She lifted her arm to point at the mirror and realised that the faint black lines moved and so did the creatures fingers. Misty almost screamed and ran away but something held her in that spot. The thing, the demon. Was controlling her. "Can you see a weird grey figure thing in the mirror?" Misty asked her Grandad as he was about to leave. He stepped beside her and stared in the mirror. 'I don't see anything" her grandad replied patting her head. "Anyway I better put the dinner on." He said leaving her alone with the mirror. She could see the demon moving the strings as her Grandad left. Misty locked the bathroom door and stood next to the sink. Something inside her told her to touch the mirror. She steadily raised her hand or the demon steadily lifted Misty's hand and she touched the mirror. Her hand went right through and the reflective surface rippled swallowing her hand into whatever lay beyond.
Misty quickly removed her hand then began to play with the mirror sticking her hand in and out of the reflective portal or whatever it was. She unlocked the door and ran into the kitchen. She grappled two sharp knives from the knife block and ran back into the bathroom then locked the door once more. She shoved the knives into her hoodie pocket then stood up on the sink and entered the mirror.
She was in an empty abyss. There was a small fog around her feet that went up to her shins so she couldn't see what she was standing on. The world seemed to never end, each direction seemingly going on forever the only thing she could see was the mirror behind her. "Hello?" Misty shouted to nothing. She heard a noise from behind her. She turned around but there was nothing there, when she turned back the demon that controlled her was now staring at her, its black holes for eyes seemed to see things about herself even Misty couldn't see. Its head tilted slightly as it eyed her up. Its sharp toothed grin shimmering at her. "What are you doing here foolish girl?" the demon asked. Its mouth didn't move but she could hear its deep raspy voice inside her head. "I'm here to free myself from your control", Misty said taking one of the knives from her pocket and holding it out between herself and the demon. "Foolish girl. I need you to survive, you will be nothing without me." The demon said inside her head. Misty lunged at him with the knife, it easily dodged her swipe. And she could hear its laughter inside her head. She swiped at the left where the demon stood. It slid to the right. Misty then put her left hand in her left hoodie pocket and put it on the knife. She stabbed at the demon with the knife in her right hand and it slid to the left. Then with lightning fast reflexes Misty whipped the knife from her left pocket, dropped the knife in her right hand and stabbed the demon in its chest. Black blood spilled onto Misty's hands. She turned to the demon and began repeatedly stabbing it in the chest. Its mouth opened and it let out a blood curling scream. It collapsed on to the floor and Misty got on top of it, continuously stabbing its chest. It went limp and Misty lifted the knife from its body before stabbing it one more time and leaving the knife in the demon. She stood up and caught her breath. Her heart was pumping. She wiped black blood from her face with her sleeve, it wasn't much good as her sleeve was also covered in the blood of the demon. She wanted to get out of this place as fast as she could so she jogged to the mirror and stepped through, back into the normal world.
Misty should have felt glad to be back in the normal world, but she didn't. In fact Misty didn't feel anything. She felt empty and incomplete. She didn't care if her Grandad saw her covered in the blood of the demon because she couldn't feel anything. Misty put her ear against the bathroom and listened, trying to pinpoint where her grandad was. She heard him shout at a football match that was playing on the T.V in the sitting room. She quickly unlocked the door and ran up to the guest room. She took off her hoodie and changed her pants, she had found a pair that fit in her Grandad's room so she put it on. She went into the upstairs bathroom and washed the demons blood off her face and hands then went into the guest room. Misty could smell the dinner cooking but she wasn't hungry, she didn't feel bad about killing the demon, she didn't feel happy about killing the demon, she didn't feel guilty or angry. She just existed.
When her Grandad called her down for dinner she ate it in silence as she even found it hard to force her hollow smile. She didn't even feel happy when her Grandad's dog sat on her lap and licked her face. What is going on? Misty thought as she sat on the sofa in the sitting room as hollow as a chocolate egg at Easter. Why can't I feel anything. I want to, but I can't. What does being happy even feel like? Misty thought everything would be ok in the morning she was probably just in shock so she went to bed as early as possible, and hoped she would be OK in the morning. But everything was not OK in the morning, and as the days rolled on and turned into weeks Misty began to crave the little emotions she took for granted.
Misty looked at everyone in the class and couldn't help but feel jealous. She wondered what they were feeling and what those feelings felt like. Misty went about her day trying yet again to feel angry at someone or laugh at something but she didn't even remember how to do it. It had been five weeks since she killed her demon and left the mirror. It's words kept ringing in her head 'you will be nothing without me' at the time she had no idea what the demon meant but now she understood. And she had become so desperate for emotions that she was willing to enter the mirror once again but this time it was in search of answers.
Her Grandad was a little suspicious when she turned up out of the blue, but didn't really care as she was a visitor. She sat down and chatted with him for a while, Misty obviously didn't have a good time because she forgot what it was like to be happy. She left when the conversation died down and went into the downstairs bathroom. And there hanging on the wall was the fancily decorated gold rimmed mirror. Misty climbed onto the sink and felt nothing as she stepped into the mirror, back Ito the world that heals so many mysteries and so few answers.
Misty was back inside the abyss, as she called it. Everything looked the same except for one of the demons standing in front of her. She walked over to it unable to be scared of its eerie presence. "I have been waiting for you Misty Smith" ,the demon said once again she didn't see its mouth move but she heard its voice in her head."You killed one of us, I can smell its blood off you" the demon said looming over her and staring at her with its empty eyes, which now come to think of it where much like her own eyes, emotionless and empty. "I need to feel something anything! I'm desperate I need to be able to feel again!" Misty said probably sounding not as angry as she was going for, then again what was angry to her. "Come closer child" the demon said as it outstretched one of its arms. Misty stepped closer and the demon put its hand on her head. "I will cure you" it said and Misty felt a wave of an unknown feeling wash through her and then everything went black.
Misty awoke in the abyss. She felt no different. Misty stood up and walked towards the mirror portal. She stepped through the mirror and could feel all the emotions around her, she could feel happy, sad, angry. All she wanted to do was burry there feelings inside her and let them consume her. Misty spotted her reflection. Her skin was a greyish colour and she had a smile that reached from one side of her face to the next, her eyes where like two black holes and her hands where distorted, her fingers stretching to around the size of a long ruler. She didn't even care all she cared about was a strong feeling of happiness she could feel in the air not to far from where she was. Misty did not know where it was coming from or what it was but she followed it anyway.
She arrived at a familiar house, her own. Outside on the grass Molly sat playing with her dolls laughing and screaming with delight. There was a demon on Molly's back taking the joy all for itself. Misty walked over behind the demon and stabbed her long fingers inside of its chest and tore its still beating heart from its rib cage. She then crushed the heart and pulled the demon from Molly's back, Molly had no idea she was covered in demon blood because she could not see what Misty could see. Molly could not see Misty walk towards her nor could she feel Misty attaching strings to her wrists and looming over her. She made Molly play with her dolls and she could feel the happy feelings flow through her. But Misty needed more. She made Molly accidentally break one of those dolls and Misty felt her sorrow. Never again would she be free to make her own feelings but then again they never really were her feelings in the first place.
