She was ordinary.
She was so ordinary, in fact, that no one would ever think odd things happened to her.
Until she was alone.
That’s when she appeared.
It had been another ordinary, and need it be said, boring day of school, idle chatter and talk with her family. This was the routine she had gone through for all sixteen years of her life. Why would it be different today?
So she sat down to dinner with her ordinary family, and went off to take an ordinary shower. She finished her shower and got dressed into ordinary sleepwear. She lay under her ordinary white sheets, and waited for sleep.
She couldn’t sleep, which was odd. So she swung her legs over the edge of her bed and stood up, going to the bathroom down the ordinary hallway. She splashed cold water on her face there, then looked into the mirror, and met her own eyes in it’s reflection, it’s hair falling over the shoulder, as hers did.
But those features weren’t hers.
They were not her boring, ordinary brown eyes, nor was it her ordinary brown hair. The eyes that met hers were blue, a blue so abnormal it seemed unearthly. A blue, so bright and beautiful, it was as though two pieces of sky were captured in her mirror. And the hair was black, darker than the feathers on a crow’s back. The girl’s eyes were held with the reflections for but a second, a second that seemed to last and eternity.
So, the ordinary girl closed her eyes, shook her head, and when she opened them again, the reflection was gone. Staring back at her were not those eerie blue orbs, but her own boring brown ones. The hair was the same dusty brown it had always been, drooping over her shoulders as was normal.
She shook her head once more, then left the bathroom, turning the light off and returning to her bed. She did not wake her parents, nor did she tell anyone the next day. All she did to record such a happening was to write it in her journal. She continued her ordinary, boring, completely normal life for the next few months, until the girl appeared again.
She had gone through her routine and headed off to bed, but unable to sleep she got out from between her boring white sheets and went to the bathroom, doing the same thing she had done just a few months before. She looked up, and saw the other girl again. Her parents were sound asleep, and she saw no reason to wake them. Their eyes met, blue against brown, and the brown eyed girl waved at the mirror, fully expecting her actions to be done by the other.
They weren’t. The crow-feather girl simply looked into the other’s eyes and waited.
So, brown eyed girl spoke to it, a simple hello.
And the crow-girl responded, with a similar hello, in a voice just like hers.
There begun a strange friendship, between a girl and her reflection.
--NOT THE END BUT BEGINNING OF HORROR--
