Mirror On The Wall Here We Are Again Song นิยาย & เรื่องราว

An explosion shattered the east wall. Two mirrors. One reflection. And only one will survive to see the dawn.

Staring at the mirrored wall. His reflection? Shattered.

It was as if its light was reaching out to me, and saying to me, ‘come, nearer, yes come my darling. The wooden door was filled with all sorts of spider webs, looking cramped and old just then two rats gushed out of the empty key hole. I could not imagine why I kept walking towards the old brick house, but I could barely control my steps, how much more my entire self. I opened through the wooden door and immediately found myself in the middle of a large roundly shaped room having all sorts of mirrors. Staring at the mirrors I could see a similar image in all of them, all looking like the image of a man whose voice I earlier mistook for the light on the rooftop of the old brick house. The voi

Every time they spoke near a mirror, the curse repeated them — but not immediately. Sometimes hours later. Sometimes slightly different. Mira: “I think it likes you more.” Echo: “It only learns what you love.” Adrian: “Stop walking through walls.” Echo: “Stop hiding behind silence.” At first, it was just eerie. Then it became personal. Because one morning, Mira woke up humming a tune she didn’t recognize — and the mirror finished it. Perfectly. She stared at her reflection. “You… knew the rest of that song?”

I asked and uttered as the man have already closed the door and I am left here all alone. "Who the fuck would be interrogating me? Well, what I know is that behind this mirror, there are people that can see me clearly and hear my bullshits clearly. Hello! Anyone there? You, nice seeing me. But for me? I can't see you. And, it's not so nice of you. Truly." I asked out of nowhere and babbled as I walk near to the huge mirror on the wall and I tried to look if I could see something from here on the inside.

"Bella Lewis, at this same place, I lost you 4 years back. This room was decorated in the same manner that day. I wanted to make you mine forever, but I lost you. I thought I would never see you again, but destiny brings us back. This time, I can't afford to lose you, babe. I wanna to resume our story from where it ended that day. I want you to be there with me through thick and thin. I promise I'll do all the household chores if you want me to. I'll give you all my attention for the rest of our lives. I'll love you to infinity. I'm never gonna leave your side. So, will you be mine forever. I'm ready to be your slave mistress."

It’s pulsing a jagged, angry orange—a frequency I haven't seen since the Moore estate was wiped from the maps. I reach for the glass shard to pry the casing open, but a new word cuts across the mirror. D-O-N-T. "Talk to me," I say, my voice cracking. "What is this?" The mirror clears further, the words appearing in frantic, jagged strokes. B-E-A-C-O-N. I look at the silver threads on my arm. "The manifestation? It's calling them?" S-I-L-V-E-R S-I-G-N-A-L, the mirror reads. L-O-C-K-E-D.

If I were to give a song to this scene I would particularly give nobody's home by Avril Lavigne. Street after street, house after house, and finally Soraia stopped in front of a house where the smell of jasmine seemed too intimate. Detail: it was the fabric softener Katrina used to use. With slow steps and tears, she jumped from where she was standing to the first window she saw, and found herself inside a room. Her room. The world fell at her feet when she faced her reflection in the wardrobe mirror where images in her eyes came and went of her talking and laughing with Miranda and the most impacting moment was when Miranda came out of the mirror and became physical and they embraced.