As the birds chirped, I slowly opened my eyes. Sitting on my bed, I look out the window. Another day had just began, and the sunlight came in through the window in a beautiful shade of yellow. “ I can’t wait to see who come today!” I said to myself excitedly.

I went to the bathroom and take a bath, after changing clothes, I made my way to the kitchen and made myself a slice of bread with some jam. As I ate the bread, I opened an dark oak door carved beautifully to a shape of a hut. I closed the door behind me and walked into a room full of mirrors, except the mirrors didn’t reflect myself, they reflect a family, who just made their way in the house.

“It’s so beautiful dad!” a little girl who came with the family said in awe. “I know Amber, we’ll stay here for one night” a tall man with black hair answer, ‘looks like her dad’ I thought.

The family start unpacking, the girl called Amber ran into a bedroom, which looks exactly like mine. “I want to sleep here!” she said, “ Okay then sweety, me and your dad will sleep in the other bedroom” a woman who seems to be her mother answer. Amber pull out a small pink book from her bag, and also took out a pen. She start to wrote on it, “It must be a diary” I said to myself. I examined her, she looks about 10, with a long blonde hair and brown eyes, she’s wearing a casual shirt and grey trousers. “ You’re beautiful” I said, she didn’t seems to be bothered.

I let out a sigh, ‘Of course she can’t hear you Zoey’ I whispered to myself, annoyed. It’s been about 4 years since I trapped in this house, I woke up under a huge tree outside the house, not remembering anything except my name and age, when I got in the house, I found a door which led me into a room full of mirrors, and different people came in everyday, looks like the house is rented, they can’t see me nor hear me, but I can see them through every mirror in the house. I’ve tried to get out from the house but there seems like a barrier outside the house, which push me away everytime I tried to pass it. The only place I can visit outside the house is the huge tree where I first woke up.

But little did I know my life will change in a short time. My name is Zoey Miller, I’m 14 years old, and this is my story…

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Things happens pretty fast, I woke up in a start. “ So today the family left” I said to myself.

As usual, I took a bath and make myself some breakfast, for some reason, the foods in the kitchen never run out, ‘probably magic’ that’s what I always thought. I head to the room full of mirrors, and see that the family had started packing to leave.

The feeling of sadness start to build up in my throat, I know I don’t even know them and they don’t know me, but I just feeling lonely to know I’ll be alone again… I sit at one of the chair, watching as the family left the house. “Thank you for coming!” I said in a whisper, though I know they won’t hear me.

I walk outside the house and climbed up the hill, I sat below the huge tree and close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of the wind blowing softly on my face. I opened my eyes, and saw a black car passing through street. Outside the house I can see my surrounding but they still can’t see nor hear me. The car seems pretty expensive, and to my surprise its heading to the house.

I rushed in the house, curious to see who is the next visitor to the house. I went in to the room, and wait. A young man came in, I waited to see if any other people come in, but apparently he came alone. He put his suitcase beside a table. I examined him, he has a brown hair with white skin, and a pair of beautiful green eyes, he looks like about 16 years old and he’s pretty handsome.

I’m feeling a bit familiar about him, ‘Had he came here’ I thought. Suddenly something’s ring, and I jumped in surprise. The young man took something on his jean’s pocket. Apparently it’s the ring of a phone, he picked it up. “Yes, dad?” he asked, and then he listened for a bit.

“ Yeah, it’s okay, I just hope you will come”, he answer the phone with calm voice. “Sure, good luck” he said after some time. He then hung up the phone, and to my surprised his face darkened. “Like I care about what they do” he mumbled.

He took a glass and filled it with water and took a sip, and then he turned to my direction. Our eyes made a contact, and he dropped the glass. The glass shattered on the floor, and he looked down, I rushed outside the room and closed the door.

Did he saw me? I’m so startled, maybe I’m just daydreaming, or maybe he saw he’s own reflection and the glass just slipped from his hand.

I’m so surprise, for the whole day I didn’t go to the room. I wondered if he saw me…

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The next day I woke up, I don’t remember anything, but then the thought strikes me. I started to be panicked again, ‘Should I go to that room again?’ I thought about that a million times, it’s been so long that I don’t even know the feeling of being stared anymore.

After I made up my mind, I slowly opened the door and my eyes search for that boy. And then something moved at the corner of my eye.

“You! I knew I saw something!” the boy exclaimed, and I jumped in surprised. “How did you came? Were you sent by my father?” he asked, clearly annoyed. Until he realized something, “Y-you’re in the mirror!” now he looked as surprised as I am.

“ How did you see me?” I asked. “How can I know?!” he asked me back, he came closer to the mirror, his face was full of curiosity, his hand slowly touched the mirror, “What are you doing?” I asked, ”I’m just wondering if this is some kind of a trick, are you in another room or something?” he said casually.

“Of course not! If what you said is true, I would be very happy to get out of here!” I said, a bit offended. He sat on the floor, still staring at me, I started to sit too.

“So, how long had you trapped in that….mirror?” he seemed to picked his words carefully, or he’s just confused, I can’t tell. “I think it’s been about 4 years” I said, he seemed surprised. “So you live all by yourself in the past 4 years?” he asked again, ‘This boy is really curious’ I thought.

“Well, yes” I said, “Don’t you feel- lonely?” he spat out the word ‘lonely’ as it’s a disgusting thing. “I did feel lonely, that’s why I want to go out this place” I said hopefully, “Get to go outside doesn’t mean you won’t be lonely” I heard him mumbled, “Sorry?” I wanted to make sure I heard his words. “Nothing” he said with a straight face, if he’s offended with my word, he didn’t show it.

There’s an awkward silence between us for a few minutes, “So, I haven’t quite catch your name” I said, trying to break the silence. Another silence, ’Did I made him mad?’ I thought.

“Castiel” I heard him saying, “My name is Zoey!” I said, smiling. To my surprise, he smiled warmly, I’ve never seen him smile like that since he came in the house. And then suddenly he moved closer, making me jumped.

“I-is there something wrong?” I stammered. “You are just like her” he said, his eyes were distant and sparkling , and his mouth curved into a smile, as if remembering beautiful memories. “That girl must’ve been really nice to make you smile like that” I said, “ Yeah she was” his eyes suddenly full of sadness.

“Is she your girlfriend?” I teased him, but deep down I was confused on how to react on his sad expression. “Ugh…. Whatever” he said, rolling his eyes. I laughed, relieved that he seemed to forgot his sadness.

And from our conversation, I realized that I won’t feel alone anymore.