Rose's POV:

*dream*

I'm standing outside of a most likely once beautiful, grand manor. The sky resembles an opaque mirror, clouded by dust and age, holding a eerie, haunting look. Dark clouds swirl across the dim sky above, casting even darker shadows upon the ground below.

I bink, and am transported inside of the mansion. It's just as outstanding as it appears on the outside, a Victorian era theme, with a wide, spiralling staircase showcased in the front foyer.

Dark, dusty curtains block any sunlight from penetrating the gloomy setting, with only depressingly small cracks of the fictional sun's rays sneaking past the folds in the drapes. The wooden floor creaks under my weight, and thick cobwebs take up every corner.

"I do hope you had no trouble finding the place," a surprisingly calm voice remarks from the shadows atop the staircase. "I presume you haven't been here in awhile, so I don't blame you if it's, a little much."

The voice cackles at the end of their sentence, and steps out from the thick shadows, revealing themselves. I gasp at the appearance; it's me. Me if I'd been inside a mental hospital for months on end. Tangled, wild hair cascades down other me's back. Wide, vibrant eyes, though insane defiantly, hold a hollow longing within their depths.

I take a sharp step back, and trip over the faded floral rug beneath my clumsy feet. I crawl backwards against the door, my eyes wide with horror and shock. It's not necessarily her appearance that causes for me to react so strongly, it's that fact that I know why she's here.

I'm standing suddenly in what was probably once a master bedroom, only there is a lacking of furniture, except for floor-length mirror in the centre of the room I stand facing it, hesitant to even witness my reflection. But when I do, I'm shocked and awed by what I see.

A giant crack breaks the mirror in half, swiftly dividing it into two equal portions. In one half, the left half, is my normal reflection. Sleek, curious grey eyes, perfectly combed red hair. In the other half however, stands proudly Her. With wild hair and insanely bright eyes, stark white skin and a wicked grin, her appearance both horrifies and fascinates me.

We are one, her voice speaks calmly my inside my head, the evil grin never once leaving her pale face. You and I, we exist of the same material, the same DNA. We hare the same thoughts, though not at the sam time maybe, but are connected. Like twins, only you were the only one born, so you are tasked with voicing our joined thoughts. Her voice is both compelling and commanding. You and me, we are the same. She repeats.

"NO!"

I scream, flintily my fisted hands against the mirror, shattering her half of the mirror. Her voice simply laughs a haunting laugh, as the glass cascades down around me. Trapping me in a vortex of broken glass. The glass cuts and tears at my skin, almost like it' s nothing but paper. Paper, with red ink spilling out over through the gashes and scrapes.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Foolish girl, we are one. You cannot cut one, without cutting the other.

I glance towards the mirror, and to my horror, see her side smashed to bits, with a tiny crack in the middle of my half of the mirror.

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I wake screaming, tears pooling out of my eyes, and my hands desperately clutching at my forearms, trying to shield myself from the broken glass that isn't there.

Andy hastily sits up and pulls my gently into his lap. He wraps his strong arms around me as I bury my head between my knees, hushing my screams.

"Shh, baby, shh. It's okay, I've got you. Shhh, Rosie, it's alright, you're safe." His words calm me, and I manage to muffle the remaining sobs etched into my throat.

I lift my head up from my knees, and turn my tear-filled eyes to look into Andy's clear blue ones. He smiles softly, and gently rubs circles on my back to try and further calm me down, though despite his small smile, concern and worry cloud his blue orbs.

I sigh and lean into his touch, my body aching to feel something other than the thousand shards of glass cutting into my flesh. I shudder at the thought. It felt so real, even though I already had known before-hand that my dream wasn't real. God-dammit, now I have a headache.

I nuzzle my head into Andy's chest, hoping to erase the negative thoughts from my head. Andy removes his hand from my back and moves to gently stroke my hair, while hugging my closely at the same time. I press my head to the spot right above his heartbeat, and close my eyes listening to the familiar and calming beat of Andy's heart.

"Babe? Are you okay? Bad dream?" Andy's chest vibrates slightly as he speaks.

I wince at the memory, and nod, before lifting my head and giving him a apologetic look, "sorry, I guess I woke you up, huh? Sorry babe."

Andy rolls his eyes, and uses his index finger to tilt my head to look into his eyes, "it doesn't, matter, I was already up anyways. Do you want to talk about your dream?"

I consider it for a second, but flinch at the vivid memory, still fresh in my mind. I don't even know why it's affecting me so much, I mean it's not like I haven't had nightmares before, all the time as a child actually. Especially on that one night where Alex and I had a "sibling bonding" night, and he made me watch a bunch of horror movies with him. God, brothers sure can be infuriating.

Instead of answering, snuggle into Andy's arms and close my eyes, after giving his chest a quick kiss.

Notes

So I actually had this chapter planned out for awhile, but the stupid website decided that it didn't want to update, and deleted my chapter. Keep in mind that I had this idea like a week ago. So blame the website for not having an update sooner! Or I suppose you could blame me, since I guess I was kinda lazy and busy...

Umm, this chapter holds a deep meaning to me. Well for one thing, my brother came home today from University for the weekend, so that made my really happy. Another thing is, since most of you probably don't know this already, my character, Rose, is mostly based upon me. Which I know is somewhat common on this website, but it's kinda a special case for me.

I don't want to give away too much information that may spoil the rest of the story, but basically Rose has a mental illness, like what I said in the character description. Only throughout the story it will get worse. But I also know that agin, that is a pretty popular topic for this website, but just go with it okay?

I don't want to give away too much information, since this website and my story can be viewed by virtually anyone, but if any of you are simply curious about me (which I really think none of you are but whatevs) feel free to message me, and we can just talk. Either about predictions for the story, or about me.

qotd: Do you like horror movies? if so, what's your favourite one?