I screeched jumping up has my heart been put into race mode. I took deep breathe, calming myself down.
“It was just a dream, it was just a stupid dream.” I murmured to myself
I looked at the alarm clock just beside my wooden bed, 3:00am. I didn’t want to get back to sleep. I was terrified of the nightmare to come back. So I lied there in my jet black room staring intensively at the ceiling.
8:00 Am. Before I knew it the time flied by. I was ready to get up; I swung my duvet of me and jumped out of my bed. I stared around my room, finding my towel to go and have a quick shower. I walked toward my curtain and flung it open shielding my eyes from the blinding sun. I roughly turned my body toward my bedroom door. The bathroom was just below the stairs, as I dragged my way down, I could hear, the original maniac family.
My brother Lucas always fighting over the last piece of bacon from the littlest chump (my little brother) but he always won no matter the odds. Dad sat there calmly as he concentrated on the T.V. blocking all noise that is in the background. Mum always on the phone, she gossiped like and old lady that has nothing better to do in her own time.
I ran into the bath room avoiding my family. I shut the door quietly and stood by the sink. I stood there brushing my teeth with no mirror in front of me. You ask why?
That day 12th September 2000, you might ask why I know the specify date. I was only 8 when I went to what I most magnificent circus in the world. Well, I was wrong. The day was normal the sun shine the gently breeze that rush between every strand of my hair. The family day out we would call it. I decided to go onto a roller coaster with my mum. I was on the ride happily has ever and grateful that my mum took me to the circus, until then. The lights dim as we went toward the middle of the ride and then everything changed. I held onto my mum arm tight with a terrified look upon my innocent face. My mum’s perfect angel face looked down onto mine with a sympatric look and told me it was going to be over before I knew it. I believed her. I had no choice not to. So I settled but still holding her thin arms with a tight grip. I looked forward noticing the light was getting dimmer and dimmer by the moment. I looked around me at all the other riders and they putted on this enthusiastic face. I told myself there was nothing to be frightened off. I was 8 but I wasn’t stupid. My eyes suddenly widen at the darkness. We went faster. Then we suddenly stopped. I buried my head into my mothers lap and I could feel her smooth hands brushing through my long, red hair. She knew I was scared. She held her hands tightly round my bony waist. I looked up slowly, but still holding my mum. I stared round trying to find the expression on my mothers face, but it was impossible.
Then mirrors switched passed us making us look deformed and ghastly. I screamed till my lungs hurt. I felt the adrenaline rush through me. The mirrors just kept coming and coming. I had let go of my mums arm and covered my eyes my trembling hands. I could feel my mum’s arms around my shoulders now, with her soft cheeks on the top of my head. The train went through a gloomy tunnel, the walls made out of chunks of old brick wall, in was never-ending. The sound of the train has it became faster was like an electric drill working on a concrete ground. I hated it. We got to the other side and I could see light shine through my finger and my mum releasing me gently. I let go of my face in my hands and ran of the train toward my dad. I crashed into his legs and sobbed loudly. He looked perplexed at my mother. She just avoided his eyes and walked off. Everything was dead silent has we got to the car. We got home and everyone got out of the car looking at one another. The next door neighbours were getting a new mirror in their house. The big men were holding on to the mirror with great difficultly. Then I stood in front of it and pass out.
I finally got dressed and went down for breakfast; I took a weft of the delicious pancakes that were cooking in the kitchen. I staggered onto the chair and relaxed my legs underneath the table.
“Nice for you to join us.” My mother stated has she slump the pancake onto my plate.
“Sorry mum.” I said trying to read her face expression.
I dug into my pancakes, realizing how hungry I was. After finishing I sat there for a while thinking deeply about my dream. I was disturbed by this kiss on my cheek by my dad. He sat on the table, putting his elbows on the table and staring at my mum. She gave him a croaky smile and put his food onto the plate.
I got up to put my plate in the sink making sure I didn’t step in the dog’s food. I lent my back against the wooden counter while my mum was clearing up.
“You’ve got that appointment today, haven’t you?” My mum stated with her head bent down while cleaning the desk-top.
“Yes, it’s at 2.” I answered gazing at the newspaper in front of me.
“Okay then.” She muttered
Sandra is my psychologist. She alright at times but sometimes she like to take matters into her own hands. Her curly short her looks like it hasn’t been brushed for days. That shows how unorganised she is. Going to her every Wednesdays and Friday is like see fish watching. She is always asks me the same questions everyday. How have you been? , Why is the reason your like this? , Can you elaborate on that? But I have no choice, She said what I have is called Eisoptrophobia (fear of Mirrors) she has been working on me for the past 1 and a half but nothing she does seem to take stand. I’m still the same old Jackie that was petrified of mirrors since she was 8. My mother always say it takes time for these things to change but it’s not true, their just wasting their damn money on something that wouldn’t go away. It wasn’t right. I tried everyway to persuade them to stop this therapy, but they wouldn’t budge.
School wasn’t ever my child fantasy. Jackie is a mirror freaky. How can you not want to look at your face, is it because you don’t want to see the real truth Jackie? Your hair looks dodgy Jackie, oh wait you can see that. Those are just some of the things that they call me in school. But I get though each day depressed and alone. They would sometimes chase me down the hill hold mirrors in my face. The horror of what I’ve gone through.
I got ready to go to the psychologist. I was dreading it like I did with every other session. I came down my narrow staircase sliding my hands down the bar at the side.
“Ready?” my mum said look at my with a grin
“Yes.” I answered with a smile half-heartedly
I opened the front door and walked across the stone pavement to the old car. We got in the car and drove along. I was still; I gape at the road trying not to look at my mothers beautiful face. I could see her at the corner of my eye looking at me and the road at the same time. She lifted one hand of the wheel and touched my cold, shivery hands.
“Everything is going to be okay?” She assured me
“Yes I know.” I mumbled looking down onto my feet.
She let go of my hands hand put it back on the wheel, and concentrated on the road again. Suddenly we stopped, we were confused. We got out of the car and realized there is a traffic jam. A long row of cars lined behind each other like soldiers. We got back into the car and wait.
My stomach rumbled realized that I hadn’t had my lunch. I tried to hide it but mum was looking at me with a puzzled look on her face. Then she realized. She took her brown, leather back and brought out a ten pound note.
“Go and get yourself something to eat, looks like we’re going to be stuck here for a while.” She smiled at me with her croaky smile.
“Thanks.” I smiled back full-hearted this time as I took the money.
I got out the car and walked along the road pavement. The wind was intense and the sun shined a bit but with a fluffy cloud covering the side. I found a fish and chip place across the road. There weren’t a lot of people on the road side. I walked with my head down. I looked at either side before I crossed. I was getting closer before I realized I could see light bouncing of a shiny surface. It couldn’t be. I strolled down and in my horror there was a mirror a mirror in every shop. It was like my nightmare. I turned quickening my pace, with my head down. I ran some men were moving something heavy they turned it around and it was a mirror. I screeched scanning possible ways I can escape. I had no choice. I ran through the ancient mirror board, feeling triumphant. I felt my arms lifted high in victory. I walked backs onto the roads watch the shock and horror on peoples faces. Then, the motor bike, hit me. I felt the heavy weight wheels crush every rib I had in my body. My head crushed and making a blood pool, which I lid in. I could see the light flashing before my very eyes, clear pictures turning into a blur and then disappearing into thin air. The light has been switch off. I was there.
