By Lillya WildChild 1 Comments
she opened her eyes and saw a mirror, within the mirror she stood smiling back. her eyes where light, her smile carefree. and her hair was short...she didnt have short hair..narrowing her eyes she turned around and saw another mirror. a child with red hair, long all the way to her little feet, dreams in her eyes, a laugh at her lips. confused she turned again and saw cold as ice green eyes glaring with evil and hate. there was no smile on her lips, her hair was that of fire, and power. looking away she saw one more mirror, pain and fear. tears of blood running down the tomented face of herself. her lips parted in a silent scream that she could only hear in her mind. she turned and saw the carefree face again. she heard a singing, then to the child, she heard laughing, then to the evil was the battle cry then back to the pain where she heard the blood freezing scream of torture. the woman closed her eyes and her hears, screams echoed and the song was nothing more than background music of the war of power, mixed with the laughter of teh child making it sound demonic and teisted. screams echoed louder, as if there where thousands of painful screaming faces. where was she in the hall of mirrors? which did she belong to? they where all her, all loud and bright, she couldnt close them out of her mind. how can they all be her? the loudest, the power and the pain, so rich and fearing. overwelming her mind. breaking her heart. she tried to run from each face in the mirrors, but mirrors where everywhere. screams, taunts, laughter, and errie songs over and over gain, the eyes changed to mocking eyes, the soudn got louder and louder, and she was lsot within the hall of mirrors, she was lost within her self. who was she? who is she?