The little brunette shivered, she had no idea why she was so cold but really wished that it would just stop and go away, let her continue the peaceful slumber. She remembered being warm when she had curled up in her friend’s bed- the night before they had watched a really scary movie and she just couldn’t sleep any other way. The blonde she had shared a bed with had protested a little and complained a lot but she was nice and scooted over a little. Just a little of course. The green eyed woman rolled back on her side and sighed, yes, she was cold but she did not want to get up and do something about it. If she got up now she would never get back to sleep.
A sudden movement from the other person on the bed- she was sure that it was a deliberate shove just to mess with her- the brunette toppled from the bed and was not surprised when her side was reoccupied by the sprawling woman. Standing up and shifting on the tips of her feet- the wood floor was cold! So sue her- she huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. Her roommate could not share anything to save her life; the brunette was surprised that she hadn’t gotten kicked out of the bed before now. Poking the other woman’s shoulder a few times, and getting almost to no reactions whatsoever, she decided that sleeping on the floor was as good a plan as any. Laughing- she hoped the blonde tripped on her when she woke up- the woman’s cheery green eyes, darkened with shadow and disturbed sleep, searched the darkness for the closet she knew held two or three extra blankets.
Before she got anywhere near the closet of course she tripped over what- she hoped- was a discarded article of clothing. Pushing her hands out to brace herself- she distinctly remembered when she had begged her housemate to replace the wood with carpeting- the brunette could feel a few of her knuckles crack painfully on impact, nothing else seemed to bad off, though her elbows would probably be bruised for a few days. She also wouldn’t be talking to the blonde girl for those couple of days, because logically- at least in her mind- this was all the other woman's fault.
Groaning she slowly got back to her feet, using the dresser that was in front of her to get better purchase on the smooth floor, she found herself face to face with the mirror above the wooden furnishing. Blinking in confusion, she was sure that she had gone in the other direction to begin with and apparently they needed a new mirror. Yeah, the brunette was good at breaking things but she hadn't touched the mirror since this morning... so what could that be that was affecting it? Some kind of stain that made it look distorted and just… wrong to her, she had to rub her eyes just to make sure it wasn't her. Examining the strange glass she ran a finger over it to see if there was something covering it, only to have her finger go through the glass. Pulling her hand back with a startled yelp, her green eyes widened beyond belief and she was almost afraid to reach her hand out again.
But her curiosity was getting the best of her and she went to press her hand back to the shadowed surface-
Only to touch the solid reflective glass.
What…? She wondered puzzled by what was happening. She leaned in close to the mirror and looked into her reflection’s eyes, pondering why the bright green that they usually held was replaced by a dark, murky brown that made her think of a muddy Louisiana bayou.
Shaking her head- of course she could only be hallucinating, lack of sleep or all the caffeine she had drunk that morning- the brunette turned back to finding the closet, honestly just wanting to go back to bed already. Something in the mirror made her turn back before she could venture away from it, out of the corner of her eye she caught her reflection move in a way that she hadn’t, brushing it’s dark brown- nearly black- hair from their shoulders. Jumping back once again, her hands starting to tremble with badly hidden fear, she faced her- it’s- their- smirking face with false bravado.
"W-what are-" She gulped and took a deep breath, trying to prevent her voice from breaking again. Continuing, the brunette asked, "What are you?" She felt ridiculous asking her own reflection a question like that, obviously it was her in the mirror. Wasn't it?
That question, even as simple as it was, made the mirror image burst into laughter, but it echoed through the room as if in a bubble, "Who do you think I am?" The raspy voice- similar to that of a smoker’s- mocked the brunette. "Can’t you tell? Isn’t it obvious…Kylee?" The green-eyed girl winced at the chuckle that grated against her ears like glass shattering. This could not be happening, there was no way that the glass could be responding to her, Kylee was finally going insane- she thought she would have a few more years before that happened.
"N-no," she stuttered slowly backing away, pinching her arm in an attempt to wake up from whatever waking nightmare she had entered. All she wanted was to go back to sleep and have her friend’s comforting presence right there next to her, she just wanted this to be over. The pain registered in her mind and proved that she was certainly awake already, that there was no chance at all that this could be a dream, or anything of the sort.
Jumping Kylee looked at the hand that was now resting against her cheek- when had it gotten there? How had it gotten there?- staring wide-eyed at the mirror, her mind was refusing to comprehend what was going on. She saw the arm of her reflection was through the glass up to it’s elbow, the long, sharpened and scraggly nails at the tips of their fingers scratched roughly on her cheek and dug deep in a way that she knew would leave marks for later. "You are so sweet and gullible… I can’t wait to destroy that," she smirked, ripping her hand away from the brunette’s cheek, however her gripe stayed as tight as it had been to start and marking Kylee with four bloody gashes.
The brunette screamed, finally finding her voice to call for help, Kylee never stopped screaming until familiar arms wrapped around her shoulders, her screams turned into small pitiful whimpers as she looked up at her friend. "Sarah," she cried gratefully, the feeling of sticky red liquid dripping down her chin making her shutter, she put a hand on the blue-eyed woman’s shoulder just to make sure she was there and it wasn’t another terrible version of torture. They both sat there like that for a while before Sarah began to tug on her roommate’s hand and drag her to the bathroom, neither spoke, both were still trying to process what had happened and reasons or explanations for it. No reasonable explanations were making themselves clear in the droning silence.
Sitting on the edge of the bathtub as the blonde cleaned the long marks that marred the brunette’s skin; Kylee couldn’t help but wonder if she was going insane. The brunette could feel the rough texture of the rag rubbing her raw cheek, causing her to wince slightly not very used to pain at all. Actually she had a very low tolerance for it, but what the rag couldn’t offer in its texture, it gave back with the hot water that cleaned the red tinting from her face and soothed the injury more that she thought it would. Not that she was thinking much at the moment, in actuality she was too busy panicking over what she had seen to do any form of talking. Thoughts buzzed around in her mind like angry bees waiting for the perfect time to strike, but Kylee couldn’t very well believe that what she saw was real, there was just no way something like that could actually happen. Random people only started popping out of mirrors in horror movies and as far as she knew this was not a horror movie! Feeling more of the hot water dripping down her cheeks, she looked up and realized that Sarah was at the sink rinsing out the used clothe which made the liquid leaving in rivulets down her jaw were entirely her own. The sound of rushing water filled the tense almost painful silence and urged one of them to speak, to say something to give the quiet a release.
"Kylee-" The blonde started seeming to hesitate in continuing. She turned her blue eyes to her friends bright green, the tears rolling down the tanned cheeks making- forcing- her to keep going. "What happened to you?" She whispered walking back to kneel in front of the little brunette and grab her trembling hands.
The green eyed woman flinched at the sudden contact, but then she relaxed the familiar presence making her raging thoughts calm for the time being. "I don’t kno-know," she stuttered, not making eye contact with her friend, "Something just happened… and then- I- and it- I thought I was going to die…" The only sentence that she could get out of her tongue twisted state made them both shudder, the brunette at the memories of it and Sarah at the scarred tone her roommate spoke in. It was then she wondered why she hadn’t called the police yet, this was obviously a break-in of some kind. Kylee had been attacked for Pete’s sake! Something about it though just seemed off, Sarah was almost a hundred percent certain that she had made sure every door and window was locked before she had gone to bed. Knowing her brunette friend, she could see it possible that Kylee had opened a window for some reason or another in the middle of the night. She also knew that the smaller woman was afraid of almost everything so the thought of a burglar getting through the open window would have overridden her plans to have opened it. As the blonde’s thoughts continued to deepen with ideas of what could have happened to Kylee, she patted the other on the knee automatically as she rose back to her feet and got out the remaining first aid kit from the cabinets. Sarah opened and closed cupboards, locating the misplaced object within a few tries and returned to kneeling next to the porcelain tub. Examining the cuts closer, the blonde saw that despite how thin they seemed they looked fairly deep, but hopefully not deep enough to require stitches. Kylee was a pain enough to deal with by herself, add painkillers to that and neither of them would be getting much quiet time. Taking her time to press a thick cotton pad to the wounds and hold it there with gauze tape- she would save her friend from the pain of alcohol for now, but if it was necessary the blonde would use it.
"Is that better?" Her usually confident voice came out surprisingly shaky and weak, but she had to say something even though of the two of them Sarah was known as more of the quiet one she didn’t like complete silence. Something about it just always threw her off. When Kylee just responded with a subtle nod, the blue-eyed woman knew that she would be getting her roommate to talk any time soon, which she completely understood the brunette had gone through a traumatizing experiencing Sarah was honestly shocked she was answering questions at all. Not that she wasn’t worried about her- of course she was, Kylee had been her first true friend- but if giving the smaller woman her space would help in any way then that was what Sarah would do. For now.
Shaking off her depressing thoughts- even if they kind of had a right to be depressing now- the blonde wrapped an arm around Kylee’s shoulder. Careful to avoid pulling the straight mahogany hair, Sarah helped her friend off the side of the tub, supporting most of the brunette’s unsteady weight. Her goal was to get the little brunette across the hall and back to her own room so that she could sleep, try to forget about what happened, and- hopefully- heal. She was stopped from doing as much when a small, scarred voice said, "Ca-can I-I s-stay?" The stuttering jumble of words was something that Sarah had never heard from her confident, outgoing roommate and she sincerely hoped to never hear it again. The blonde glanced between the door leading to the hall and her own bed, not sure if she wanted Kylee to be in her room again, after all it was her room that the intruder had entered and attacked. What if they came back?
No. She couldn’t think like that, the blonde would just have to trust that when everything came right down to it being able to keep her eye on Kylee would probably be safer than anything. The blonde gave into the motherly instincts- which she didn't even know she had till now- she could feel pressing her decision from one place to another, Sarah carefully moved her friend to the queen sized bed. Maneuvering the little brunette on the bed and grabbing the thick gray duvet- that had been flung all the way to the end of the bed when the blue-eyed woman had heard her friend scream- she brought it up to Kylee's chin, watching closely what she did with her hands to keep from brushing her sensitive cheek. Despite everything that had happened to the woman, her green eyes still held a spark of her old cheeriness as she gave a small, but thoroughly exhausted, smile before whispering, "Thanks..." and drifting into a troublesome sleep, that could be considered more like passing out than anything.
Sarah sighed heavily, she just couldn't s what had happened. It didn't help that it wasn't even two o' clock in the morning yet and her brain wasn't fully functioning, so it was in both Kylee's and her best interested when she grabbed her phone from the charger on the dresser. Pressing in a quick series of digits- ones that she knew by heart and completely trusted- she listened to the three low 'rings' that came through before the other end connected.
"Sarah, what in all things good and chocolate are you doing calling me so late? Early? Whatever." Came the growl that the blonde was expecting to hear from her lazy friend. The woman on the other end of the call was known for her love of sweet things and sleep, right know she was mad because neither was being presented to her.
Not that Sarah really cared at that moment, she was too busy standing over the sleeping brunette and wringing her hands like a worried parent, "Not now, Joanna, something's happened to Kylee and... I need your help."
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