Creative writing: Gothic Monologue part 3
Confusion and fear swept over me, although I didn’t understand its meaning. Perhaps I should have called you then? Anyway, the warning was unsettling but also unclear. I could see no prison, no bars, and no locked doors. I moved to the front of the mirror and gazed in, at first only seeing my reflection. I twirled my fingers through my golden hair and stroked my pale skin. I wasn’t being vain though, honest.
Suddenly the reflection before me blurred and faded, replaced by the image of a small child sitting on a rock. Her head was in her hands and she was weeping softly. She looked so young, about six or seven, her white dress decorated with embroidery in the shape of flowers. She looked kind of like you actually, sort of pure…innocent. So I stepped back, unsure what to make of the sight before me. She must have heard because she looked up, her pale blue eyes locking with my own. Tears were still running down her cheeks as she opened her delicate mouth.
“Help me,” she said. “Help me.”
I was overwhelmed with shock and fear, as I’m sure you can imagine. Somehow my hand managed to lift and move towards the girl, wanting to help her. I expected to collide with the glass, but as my fingers reached the surface it rippled beneath them. It should have been hard, but it felt like water. Well, it didn’t really feel like water, but that’s how you can imagine it. I touched it again and the same thing happened, it didn’t make any sense. I began to forget my fear as I became overwhelmed with curiosity. Perhaps I could go through; maybe I could reach the girl.
So, forgetting all sense of reason and logic I reached out my hand one last time. My fingers slid through and my hand followed, there was no resistance so I kept going. I was up to my elbow, submerged in the impossible mirror.
It was this moment that I was grabbed. They had a strong, firm grip on my wrist, their pointed nails piercing into my skin. The hand was icy, like a corpse, and I screamed. It wouldn’t let go, I was screaming and vigorously trying to yank my arm free. Gradually it began to pull me in as though it was pulling on a feather, I tried to resist but it was no good. Half my body had been swallowed up when I gave in. I stopped fighting… I’m sorry.
Suddenly the reflection before me blurred and faded, replaced by the image of a small child sitting on a rock. Her head was in her hands and she was weeping softly. She looked so young, about six or seven, her white dress decorated with embroidery in the shape of flowers. She looked kind of like you actually, sort of pure…innocent. So I stepped back, unsure what to make of the sight before me. She must have heard because she looked up, her pale blue eyes locking with my own. Tears were still running down her cheeks as she opened her delicate mouth.
“Help me,” she said. “Help me.”
I was overwhelmed with shock and fear, as I’m sure you can imagine. Somehow my hand managed to lift and move towards the girl, wanting to help her. I expected to collide with the glass, but as my fingers reached the surface it rippled beneath them. It should have been hard, but it felt like water. Well, it didn’t really feel like water, but that’s how you can imagine it. I touched it again and the same thing happened, it didn’t make any sense. I began to forget my fear as I became overwhelmed with curiosity. Perhaps I could go through; maybe I could reach the girl.
So, forgetting all sense of reason and logic I reached out my hand one last time. My fingers slid through and my hand followed, there was no resistance so I kept going. I was up to my elbow, submerged in the impossible mirror.
It was this moment that I was grabbed. They had a strong, firm grip on my wrist, their pointed nails piercing into my skin. The hand was icy, like a corpse, and I screamed. It wouldn’t let go, I was screaming and vigorously trying to yank my arm free. Gradually it began to pull me in as though it was pulling on a feather, I tried to resist but it was no good. Half my body had been swallowed up when I gave in. I stopped fighting… I’m sorry.
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