Post by Abigail on Aug 8, 2020 16:48:36 GMT
A tremendous sense of comfort, joy and happiness washed over her. Previously unknown sensations embraced her, as tenderly as she had always imagined a lover would one day. Intense feelings, inexplicably gripped her heart and refused to be shaken. What once was cold was hot. What once was light was dark. What once was confusion was clarity.
The young girl, with the darkest eyes and hot pink streaks of rebellion, and a bluebonnet nestled in her blonde hair looked at her reflection in the full length mirror and smiled, wide. The black corset hugged her curves like a snake, coiled around forbidden fruit. She pressed a right hand against the thin glass that separated them.
Young Abigail's reflection, with the scarlet spider lily hanging from almost black hair, held her gaze. A piercing green stare and a wide grin that almost stopped her heart dead. The snow white summer dress draped over her inviting form billowed suddenly. Caught under the influence of some light wind, previously unknown.
"Who are you?" Abigail asked, fingers still held against glass.
"Who are you?" The mirror answered, hand held still against itself.
"Who am I?" Abigail asked, uncertain but not afraid.
"Who am I?" the mirror asked, not afraid, but uncertain.
"What is this we feel?" They asked each other together.
"I don't know, but I don't want it to end," Abigail admitted.
"I don't know, but I don't want it to end," the mirror confessed.
"It feels like we've been waiting for this moment all of our lives," they said in unison.
"I've never felt so whole!" Abigail exclaimed.
"I've never felt so whole!" the mirror screamed.
The glass between them shattered and their fingers entwined, briefly.
Abigail is filled with so much warmth so quickly that it flushed her cheeks a strawberry red. She giggled like a little girl at the sensation, was this true love?
It felt like it.
The mirror is filled with so much joy that it almost feels alive again. A blood red blush to her cheeks. She laughed uncontrollably at the sensation, was this true love?
It felt like it.
Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Was a match about to start? Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. No, it was about to end.
Her reflection evaporated like smoke as Abigail is pulled from the world of make believe back into the real world, by the intrusion of a phone she'd forgotten to turn off.
"Fuck," Abigail said softly. She sat up and rubbed sleep from her eyes.
The girl in the mirror was back, after several months away. A single dream in a field of nightmares who hadn't visited as often as Abigail had needed her to. Dr Blackbourne had asked her to record every instance of this positive reflection. A subconscious projection, a protector apparently.
Abigail opened her bedside drawer and quickly fished out her notepad and pen. She flicked back through it quickly and reminded herself that the last dream about a girl in the mirror happened on November 23rd, 2019. She then jumped forward to a fresh blank page and scribbled quickly:
SHE'S BACK?! August 8th, 2020. FAMILY DAY!!!
Twenty years ago today, she'd been brought home to the Spencer Family for the first time.
They celebrated every year, but this year was extra special.
It was just a shame Grandpa wouldn't be here this year, like he had been every year previous. It'd be hard to ignore the empty chair at dinner, but he'd made his choice, and she'd accepted it.
It was a shame that he couldn't accept her as he once had, she blinked back tears as his voice still rang in her head.
"Isn't it bad enough you've turned your back on God, Abby? You want to burn for your sins too!"
"Yeah, I fuckin' do, because if His love is dependant on who I choose to love, He's the one unworthy of my love. Not the other way around!"
"But did you really have to announce it to the world and embarrass the whole family?"
"The only one fuckin' embarrassed is you, Grandpa! It's 2020! It's normal!"
"Delete it. Take it back!"
"I'd rather die!"
And there it was, the first time she'd ever seen the disappointment in the old man's eyes was the last time she'd spoken to him.
There would be an empty chair at the celebratory dinner this evening. A hole in her heart, a loss in her family.
It was all her fault. A tide of regret, sorrow and emptiness threatened to overwhelm her. Pull her under. Drown her. No!
She shook her head firmly, defying the negative feelings inspired by her saddest memories.
She reached over for her phone, seeking a distraction, and she found eight of them. Eight separate new Twitter notifications from Eternity.
She smiled as she read each, slowly, deliberately. Trying to solve a puzzle like the former four time Women's World Champion was becoming a favourite past time of hers recently. A game few even understood, yet she inexplicably cherished.
The young girl, with the darkest eyes and hot pink streaks of rebellion, and a bluebonnet nestled in her blonde hair looked at her reflection in the full length mirror and smiled, wide. The black corset hugged her curves like a snake, coiled around forbidden fruit. She pressed a right hand against the thin glass that separated them.
Young Abigail's reflection, with the scarlet spider lily hanging from almost black hair, held her gaze. A piercing green stare and a wide grin that almost stopped her heart dead. The snow white summer dress draped over her inviting form billowed suddenly. Caught under the influence of some light wind, previously unknown.
"Who are you?" Abigail asked, fingers still held against glass.
"Who are you?" The mirror answered, hand held still against itself.
"Who am I?" Abigail asked, uncertain but not afraid.
"Who am I?" the mirror asked, not afraid, but uncertain.
"What is this we feel?" They asked each other together.
"I don't know, but I don't want it to end," Abigail admitted.
"I don't know, but I don't want it to end," the mirror confessed.
"It feels like we've been waiting for this moment all of our lives," they said in unison.
"I've never felt so whole!" Abigail exclaimed.
"I've never felt so whole!" the mirror screamed.
The glass between them shattered and their fingers entwined, briefly.
Abigail is filled with so much warmth so quickly that it flushed her cheeks a strawberry red. She giggled like a little girl at the sensation, was this true love?
It felt like it.
The mirror is filled with so much joy that it almost feels alive again. A blood red blush to her cheeks. She laughed uncontrollably at the sensation, was this true love?
It felt like it.
Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Was a match about to start? Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. No, it was about to end.
Her reflection evaporated like smoke as Abigail is pulled from the world of make believe back into the real world, by the intrusion of a phone she'd forgotten to turn off.
"Fuck," Abigail said softly. She sat up and rubbed sleep from her eyes.
The girl in the mirror was back, after several months away. A single dream in a field of nightmares who hadn't visited as often as Abigail had needed her to. Dr Blackbourne had asked her to record every instance of this positive reflection. A subconscious projection, a protector apparently.
Abigail opened her bedside drawer and quickly fished out her notepad and pen. She flicked back through it quickly and reminded herself that the last dream about a girl in the mirror happened on November 23rd, 2019. She then jumped forward to a fresh blank page and scribbled quickly:
SHE'S BACK?! August 8th, 2020. FAMILY DAY!!!
Twenty years ago today, she'd been brought home to the Spencer Family for the first time.
They celebrated every year, but this year was extra special.
It was just a shame Grandpa wouldn't be here this year, like he had been every year previous. It'd be hard to ignore the empty chair at dinner, but he'd made his choice, and she'd accepted it.
It was a shame that he couldn't accept her as he once had, she blinked back tears as his voice still rang in her head.
"Isn't it bad enough you've turned your back on God, Abby? You want to burn for your sins too!"
"Yeah, I fuckin' do, because if His love is dependant on who I choose to love, He's the one unworthy of my love. Not the other way around!"
"But did you really have to announce it to the world and embarrass the whole family?"
"The only one fuckin' embarrassed is you, Grandpa! It's 2020! It's normal!"
"Delete it. Take it back!"
"I'd rather die!"
And there it was, the first time she'd ever seen the disappointment in the old man's eyes was the last time she'd spoken to him.
There would be an empty chair at the celebratory dinner this evening. A hole in her heart, a loss in her family.
It was all her fault. A tide of regret, sorrow and emptiness threatened to overwhelm her. Pull her under. Drown her. No!
She shook her head firmly, defying the negative feelings inspired by her saddest memories.
She reached over for her phone, seeking a distraction, and she found eight of them. Eight separate new Twitter notifications from Eternity.
She smiled as she read each, slowly, deliberately. Trying to solve a puzzle like the former four time Women's World Champion was becoming a favourite past time of hers recently. A game few even understood, yet she inexplicably cherished.
Well howdy there pardner.