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Thursday, April 29, 2004


   Reflections: Prologue
The pain hadn't resided yet. It still ached as Mirror attempted to ignore it and go on with her morning. But the pain... It was unbearable. Standing before the sink within the bathroom, Mirror landed her forehead onto the reflecting glass. Her hand gripped the scar immediately when it struck another sudden pain. What bothered her was that it was aching more than before. But, why, she would wonder. It was merely a scar from falling into a crack in the earth, according to her memory. She remembered the cold iciness of the snow under her bare feet, the sudden shaking of the ground, the pain after hitting the bottom of the crack during an earthquake, and the grinning boy. The scar ached again when she tried to remember how she got out of that situation.

It was to no avail: she could not remember anything.

After suffering just to brush her hair and teeth, Mirror staggered to the drawers for a change of clothes. Her scarlet eyes widened in surprise to see her framed, burnt photo standing on its legs. It has been faced down for about five months after awakening in this bedroom, seeing a nurse and a doctor. That day, March 28, was the day the doctor said that it was her birthday. Ironically, the day of her awakening was the same day as the day she fell during the earthquake. The nurse, during that time, kept silent with a mournful face. All she did was attend to Mirror's medical needs and check on her health. It was the same for the doctor. He didn't say anything about what happened. Now, that routine had ended. Mirror had demanded to be left alone.

The photo stared at her with the smiling face of a young girl holding a teddy bear. Beside her was her twin brother. The parents were burnt out from the photo. Mirror gave it a long glare before she pushed it down once again. After dressing into random casual clothing, she noticed that the pain left. The scar had turned back into its usual pale white. Sighing from relief, Mirror opened the bedroom door. Through the slender crack in the door came her black cat, Korat. He sat by her foot, gawking her with his beautiful silver and blue eyes. His sight gave her a pinch of joy. "Hey, Korat," she greeted with a depressing smile, "would you like some meow chow?"

The cat meowed.

"Let's go then." Mirror opened the door wider and exited, alongside her Korat. They took the stairs at the far north end of the second floor and turned left into a hallway. Within the hallway were framed photos of her unrecalled childhood. Images of a smiling girl gazed upon them as the two made their way through to the kitchen.

This haunting mansion never did cease to leave Mirror's mind. More than often, she would write about this shelter of hers. In her words that were published, others empathize about this feeling.

Mirror is a poet in this rich town of Taruna. But, unlike many celebrities, the town resented her. Outcasted, her only friend is the cat, Korat, who would walk with her to the lake at the northern side of town, Angel Wings, a lake that looked like wings of an angel. This lake is her way of freedom yet a way of complete emptiness.

That is what she will do for this Sunday: take a walk and write.


~Prison~By Mirror
Walking in these halls and crannies
Cold yet untouched
Life cannot chain me
This place is prison enough
Open the door
Let me out
I cannot take it anymore
I feel the need to shout
One that I dare to fear
Is the depression that should
All that one would wish to hear
Is lost in their childhood

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