Entry 2
I pulled with all my might against the back-and-forth struggle. But I was growing tired. I could feel my energy level depleting. I knew I had one more chance - one more spark in me and so I took a deep breath and yanked my hand back as hard and as fast as I could. Hoping that catching them off guard with such force would make them would lose their grip or at least loosen it enough to pull from it. Miraculously it worked! My hand sprang from the grip and my body tumbled backwards on the floor. I landed hard on my elbows as I fell. Keeping my eyes on the mirror I continued to watch the glass ripple. Holding my breath, I waited to watch something, or someone step out from the glass, but nothing happened. Climbing to my feet I approached the mirror once more knowing well enough that I probably shouldn't. The voice inside my head was screaming at me to run out of my bedroom and yell for my parents but I couldn't do that. It was still way too early in the morning. I shouldn't be awake but not only that I shouldn't be dressed. They would catch me and know that I had snuck out yet again. My father warned me the last time he caught me doing that he would nail my window shut and I believed him. He was a no nonsense, no bluffing man. My only problem was that I was too curious. I couldn't not know what this was or what was on the other side. It was eating at me like a bug, like a virus, like a sickness. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath before shoving my whole my face through the rippling mirror. At first, I saw nothing just a dark metallic color that seemed to shine through my eyelids. Then without warning a bright light warmed my face and I heard the sweet sound of birds chirping off in the distance. Opening my eyes, I could see a vast landscape. Hillsides of perfectly green grass and the brightest flowers welcomed my vision. "PLEASE! Help us!" I heard a small child's voice yell off to my right side. Turning to see the face of the voice brought me to a short girl with dark brown hair. She wore a long red dress that ran down to her ankles with an attached hood of the same color covering her head. Her shoes were black and had a single strap that ran over her foot, and I could see that she had white stockings on over feet. They were filthy as if she had been running through the dirt, only bits and pieces of white were displayed around it. She stood at the edge of a forest line waving her hands frantically at me. "What is your name?" I yelled over to her as I continued to step through the mirror so that my whole body was in one piece. "My name real name is Rouge," she said with an accent! "But everyone butchers it. Just call me Rahead! What is your name?" "My name is Betsey Sue Ellen McGregor, but you can call me Betsey! What is wrong Rahead? What is your problem?" I continued to yell to her. "That is QUITE a name Betsey Sue Ellen McGregor! Quite a mouthful! Does it mean something?" she said in with her accent. I had to listen carefully to try to catch her words as she spoke quickly, and it was mostly broken to me. "It's my grandma, she is ill you see, and she has fallen out of bed. I can't get her back up into it and I'm afraid she has broken something! Are you the one that was holding my hand through the traveler?" "Oh, my that sounds terrible!" I said as I walked towards to her. "Holding YOUR hand? So, it was YOU who was pulling me through? WOW you are mighty strong for a child! Knowing that now...it is a wonder you aren't able to help your grandmother up!" She immediately slammed her hands to her hips as a child would with an attitude. "I am NOT a child! AND WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN? FOR YOUR INFORMATION outsider I am the STRONGEST one of my age in the land!" I shuffled back in disbelief. "I'm sorry for offending you Rahead." "Just help me ALREADY!" she said exaggerated by our discussion. I watched as she turned her back on me and headed into the woods. I followed her quietly for what seemed like miles before we came across a path make of flat rocks leading up to a stone cottage with a straw roof. The front door was arched and was made entirely of handcrafted wood. In the center of the door was a carving that resembled an axe. "Does this mean something to your grandmother?" I said, running my hand over the carving. "My grandmother was attacked by a wild animal of sorts. He broke down the door and a man who was doing some logging saved her...and me really because I was there. I mean here, I was here. And so, this man who saved us - Axle was his name - he built cheap cottages around the land for the poor. He was the one who rebuilt my grandma's cottage after it was wrecked. In honor of what he did we asked him to carve his symbol on our door so that all who came would know he had been here - we were under his protection." To be continued... Comments are closed.
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