This story is being rewritten.
A new chapter will be published every 2 weeks starting on 19/07/2022.

When I finally reach this chapter again, I'll replace this message.

“Hello?” I called out, swiveling my head in the darkness. The hood pressed against my face, my breaths were labored. “Where am I?”

I don't know if this was something I saw in the 1990's as a kid or what. I know where it is from now but not then. Then was just confusion.

It started a few years ago. I was browsing online, a regular occurrence, when I saw these two outfits. One was a red blazer over a black blouse with large lapels that sat ontop of the coat but looked part of it with a black pleated skirt, fairly short but not excessive. Maybe four inches above the knee.

My vision swam and my emotions raged as I was flung from the mirror and my body slammed against an old wooden floor, glass and debris bouncing, dust scattering after years of dormancy. I gasped for air and reached my hand upward toward the massive full-length framed mirror from which I had just been ejected. I scampered to my feet, rushed back toward the mirror, barely managing to keep myself standing. My arm outstretched I ran to it, slamming my hand against the glass. It shattered. The shards fell from the frame and turned to dust as they collided with the floor.