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Through the dark mist that surrounded me, I could see a tall, thin object attached to a wall in the distance. With nothing to lose, I slowly walked towards the object, hoping I could escape from this remote place. My body was aching from exhaustion and hunger, and my broken hand added to my pain.
As I drew nearer to the mysterious item, I recoiled from what I saw. I expected the thing to be a door in hopes of finding my way home, but I was met with a reflection of a woman. Her eyes were open wide with confusion and fear, and her long brown hair was tangled and dirty. Her smooth brown skin was covered in a number of bruises and scratches and grazes, while her face was plastered with sweat and muck.
After staring for what seemed like eternity, realisation hit me.
That woman was me.
I raised my hand to touch her, but was met with a cold thud. I smoothed my hand over the chilly surface of the material, and saw the woman in front of me doing the same. Confirming my suspicions, I looked back into her glassy eyes.
It was a mirror.
I turned around and shouted for anyone and anything to help me, but was only met with the echoes of my desperate pleas. How was I going to escape? How would I get back home? In fear and panic, tears threatened to spill out of my eyes as I dropped against the mirror. A heavy thud resounded and echoed faintly.
Wiping my tears away, I turned once again to look at the mirror. If a sound came from the mirror, there must be hollow space behind it. I tried to pry of the mirror with my hands, but it was fastened too tightly. My fingers hurt from the force of pulling and I gave up.
Instead of removing the mirror, maybe I should break it. Taking a step back and swinging my leg back I kicked the mirror with all my might. An ear-splitting sound filled the air and I saw the cracks and glass of the mirror break. I kicked again and again until all the glass had cracked and fallen off, revealing a black empty space.
Out of breath and full of determination and hope, I walked inside the dark…
