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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 3:54 am
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Inside Alyson's mind, there was a dance studio. Mirrors lined the walls, mirrors that reflected various personality traits Alyson had and valued. However, several of the mirrors were broken, and inside one of the broken mirrors was the house. That was where Alyson currently was . . .
Alyson sighed as she slung her bag off her shoulder as she entered her house, a smile on her face. Today had been a good day. Exhausting, but very good. "We're gonna do great . . ." she murmured as she rummaged through the bag to pull out her ballet shoes. She hugged them close and squealed excitedly. "Ooooh! I can't believe I'm actually going to be dancing in Swan Lake!" she squeed, doing a bit of a happy-dance in place. She then ran upstairs to place her shoes on their pedestal in her room before running back down to grab the phone and call up one of her girlfriends.
"Yeah, of course I can get you tickets! I mean, I get paid a bit more if you and Gwennie pay for yourself, but if you really need to, of course I'll get you in! I need to know someone's going to be there to see me!" she laughed out. Suddenly, there was a knock at her door. "Oh, one sec Laura, someone's at the door. It's probably Daren, we kinda have plans for a movie night." she said, blushing at the thought. "Oh shut up! I don't know if it's gonna go anywhere!" she stammered, flustered as the person knocked again. "I gotta go! I'll call you back, okay?" she said before smiling as she hung up.
However, once she opened the door, it was only to immediately slam it closed again and try to swiftly lock it up. It wasn't Daren on the other side, but her ex-boyfriend. She ran back to the kitchen and dialed 911. She winced as she heard the sound of splintering wood.
As she waited for the dispatcher to pick up, her eye caught on a mirror in the room. A cracked mirror where a much paler version of herself was staring back.
"You die today. Sure they answer, but no one gets here in time. You turn into a ghost and then a phantom. You never return to normal. Because you trusted him. You let him into your life and now you're making the same mistake again. You're trusting Conrad right now. And look at you, you're dying again . . ."
Alyson gaped, horrified at the reflection before she threw the phone at the mirror, shattering it. "You're wrong . . . I'm not making a mistake . . . I'm not . . . I'm . . . " she was shaking, watching as the house was fading away, just the broken pieces of the mirror left behind before she dropped to her knees sobbing. "How can I let him in? What can he possibly see in me . . .?" she muttered as she wept there in the dark unaware that her mind had a visitor . . . unaware that she was even dreaming.
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 4:03 am
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Married Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 4:16 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 4:22 am
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Married Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 12:25 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 1:07 am
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Married Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 1:17 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 1:30 am
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Married Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 1:34 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 1:57 am
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Married Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 2:02 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 2:18 am
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Married Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 2:23 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 2:34 am
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Married Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 2:37 am
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