Writing Prompt 5-1: The Lonely Girl

July Prompt Challenge

Yay! I honestly love these prompt challenges. This months is going to be fun, it can go so many places. Though, the first one may not be my best work. So, you have been warned.

July Prompt

5 Nerd Girl Rating

5-1 The Lonely Girl

It has been two weeks in my new place, my first apartment. To be honest, I didn’t want to move out of my parent’s house. I don’t do well with being alone. I think too much and scare myself or send myself into a deep depression. I would have friends over all the time, if I had any. Mom thought me moving out would be good for me. She thought I would make new friends and gain a new sense of independence. I wish she had been right, or maybe giving it two weeks is not enough time.

Two weeks is a long time for a lonely person. It feels like I have not seen anyone in months. I go to work and come home. I go to the grocery store once a week with my mom, but then it’s back home. I call my parent’s every day, but I keep it short so I don’t bother them. I know they would argue that I am not a bother, but why else would they want me out of the house? If they really knew me, they would understand the danger they are putting me in, setting me out on my own. It only took three days before the newness of living alone wore off. It was fun at first.

At night I stare at the ceiling, unable to sleep. There are too many noises from the walls and the neighbors. The floors creak, the walls crack, and something keeps knocking on the window. Yeah, every night around midnight, something knocks on my window. The window where there is no balcony. I am on the third floor and something keeps knocking on my window. I try to tell myself that it’s a bird or some silly neighbor that found a way to knock on my window. I never get up to see what it is. I am terrified something will be floating around out there, waiting for me to acknowledge its presence.

But tonight, tonight I will go to the window. I have not stopped staring at it. Midnight is just a minute away and I know it will happen again. I will finally see what is knocking on my window. I don’t know what I will do when I figure it out. If it’s a bird, I will just go to sleep. Maybe a bat, still I can just go to sleep, knowing some wild critter is the one bothering me. If it’s a neighbor I will call the landlord and make sure things are taken care of.

The clock turns over to midnight. Finally, I will see what this is, what is bugging me, what is trying to turn me into some crazed maniac. I wait for what feels like forever and nothing happens. I glance at the clock, it’s still midnight and that is when I hear it. The knocking loud and clear just like every other night. I jump from my bed and rush to the window, but nothing. There is nothing. No sign of anything. But this time, the knocking comes again. It wasn’t the window. I glance over to my mirror. The floor length mirror that was given to me by my grandmother.

The knock comes again. And I finally realize that the knocking never came from the window, it came from the mirror. My heart races, this is far worse than a knock from a window. Who knocks on a mirror?

I make my way to stand in front of the mirror. “Hello?” I ask, as if it is normal for something to knock on your window. I’m probably opening some kind of portal to some demon world, just by talking to the knocking. I jump when a face appears. Her smile is bright and almost like mine, but different. My eyes are green, but hers are a frosty blue. My hair is black, but hers is white. My skin has a slight tan, but hers is pale. I stare at the girl, afraid to speak, afraid to move. She waves as the rest of her body comes into view.

“Hi.” She says gleefully. “I’m Pax.” Her smile is bright and wide and she seems to float around the mirror. “I’m so glad you finally said hello. I almost gave up.” She laughs and it echoes through the room. “It’s so lonely here, I just wanted a friend. I never would have knocked while we still lived with your parents.”

“You live in my mirror?”

“Yes.” She giggles. “Where else would I live?”

“Who are you?”

“Pax., silly.” She flips around the mirror and dances to imaginary music. “It’s so fantastic to finally talk to you.” Then she stops and stares at me, frowning. “You have been so sad lately; I just wanted to cheer you up.”

“Can you get out of the mirror?”

“Only if you want me to.” She sings and giggles again. What a strange creature she is.

“Okay, then yes. Come out of the mirror. It’s weird talking to a mirror.”

“All you have to do is touch my hand.” She smiles. “Then I can come out and play.”

“Okay.” I say, curious. I have always wanted a friend and she seems nice.  I pause before my hand presses to the glass. “What happens once you are out?” I ask.

“We become best friends, of course.” She laughs. So much laughter. I feel my own smile grow at the thought of having a friend. Finally, I will not be alone in the world. And more than likely this girl already knows all my secrets. I have never had a best friend before. I sigh with relief and touch her hand. The mirror is cold and it gets colder as I hold my hand there.

The room starts to spin and Pax’s laughter fills the room. I close my eyes to tight as the mirror starts to glow a bright white and I almost pull away, but Pax holds on to my hand. Before I can see anything, my vision goes dark and I pass out.

“Alex!” I hear a voice call me. “Wake up.”

“What?” I mumble as I sit up. I am on my bedroom floor, in front of the mirror. “Pax?”

“Yep, it’s me.” I look at the mirror and she is still there.

“I thought you would get out if I touched the mirror?”

“Silly, you did touch the mirror and I am out.” She smiles at me. I notice that she no longer looks like she is floating. I look around my room and realize that everything seems backwards, something is off.

“We switched places?” I ask her. She giggles and twirls around in the only dress that was in my closet.

“How else was I going to get out?” She sung. “I just had to wait for the right time. And now it was the right time.”

“Let me out.” I say, feeling miserable.

“Nope.” She says, her smile fading.

“I have been in that stupid world for far too long. It’s your turn. You didn’t like your life here any ways.” She left the room as I screamed and bang against the glass. She wasn’t coming back, and I was stuck.

2 Years Later

The joke is on Pax. I made friends in this new world. I enjoy the mirrored world far more than my world. The people here took me in and adopted me. I’m almost like a celebrity. The mirror has been moved back to my parents, but Pax is nowhere to be found. The last time I spoke to her, she was miserable. No one wanted to talk to her, they all thought she was too weird. She couldn’t hold a job, she said it was just too hard. She wanted to switch back. She wanted to come back to her world. I wouldn’t let her. I was finally happy and she wasn’t going to take that away from me. I finally felt as if I belonged and the silly little fairy girl couldn’t take it back. I had everything I wanted. I have a small group of really great friends. I even have a boyfriend, which is weird because he isn’t exactly human, but human enough. I have my own place where all my friends hang out at all the time. There is no way I am giving this up. I don’t even have to work or pay rent. We just hang out all day and have fun. You would think that it would get boring, but there is so much more to this world to explore.

I have considered breaking the mirror, but I can still see my parents from time to time. I do love them and want to make sure they are happy. I think they know that wherever I am I am happy. Mom has even spoken to the mirror, as if she knows I am here. Maybe she does. Maybe Pax tried to trick my mother before. Who knows. I don’t really care though. My parents are happy, I am happy, and Pax is suffering for her cruelty. I might go back one day, but I don’t really plan on it right now.

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I hope you enjoyed it!



2 thoughts on “Writing Prompt 5-1: The Lonely Girl

  1. Coolsville says:

    I can’t remember how I came across your blog, but I really enjoyed reading your prompt! Ever since I was a child I’ve been fascinated by mirrors and reflections, imagining my own was a whole other person.

    • Heather M. says:

      Thanks for reading! I have always had a fascination with mirrors as well. I always imagine another world is going on on the other side of the mirror, a better life than what I have now. lol

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