The Spirit in the Mirror
Lorelai was lying in the
bed. She was feeling weak, weary, lifeless. The depressing room seemed to only
enlarge her pain but she couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t even close her eyes. It
was dark in the room, the storm was breaking branches outside. The rain was
coming right in the room but she didn’t feel it. She didn’t even notice it.
Life had just lost its meaning. Everyone she loved was now gone. Dead. Her
mother, her fiancé, her sister... Just a week ago she learned her father and
brother got killed along with some friends while hunting. Neighbors tried to
help her get over the pain but she refused to be visited by anyone. It was just
pointless. No one could take her pain away. Sympathizing was not the same. It’s
never the same unless you really feel it yourself. Her maid servant was the
only person to stay with her in the dark, gloomy castle. She was scared that if
she let the mistress stay alone, Lorelai might go completely mad. But they
didn’t talk for a week and the lady refused to sleep, eat or drink anything so
when she told the maid to go home yesterday the girl accepted this happily. Why
stay, she couldn’t help the poor lady. This was Lorelai’s first evening alone
in the castle. She was sad as usual, her sufferings seemed to be immortal. She
just lyed still in her bed and let her heart bleed slowly. She was used to the
pain already.
Suddenly she got up. Strong enough to finally stand on her feet she decided to go to the kitchen. Her black velvet dress was crawling after her while she was moving down the stairs. Determination could be read in her eyes. She reached the place and took the sharpest knife without hesitation. Her brave plan was to put end to this painful life-death. But the minute she grabbed the knife a strong power took it and threw it off her hand. It hit the floor melodiously. Shocked and scared Lorelai turned around. Her naturally pale face grew paler. An old white lady was standing there - quite transparent, quite unreal. Obviously a spirit.
-You ought to see her! – it whispered in a silent voice and faded away.
-I ought to what…? – Lorelai was now even more confused.
What happened? Was it just her imagination? Was she dreaming with open eyes? Was she going mad just like the others had predicted? She took the knife and put it back into its place. Who was this woman? And who was this “her” the spirit was reffering to?
Unaware of what was going on, Lorelai felt terror. Seeing no signs of supernatural she decided it must have been imagination and started climbing up the stairs to her bed again. Probably she was weaker than she thought. Probably she was tired and finally needed to get some sleep. Probably she was having visions. Half way to her bedroom she noticed an old locked room. This used to be her mother’s bedroom. She reluctantly put the key into the lock and opened the door. Everything was dusty and dirty. On the bed there were some old papers. Her inner voice was telling her to enter. She immediately rushed to the bed, sat on it and took the papers in her lap. Those were old letters to friends, never sent. Lorelai started reading. They reminded her of various precious memories. But there was one that really touched her heart. It was about her mother’s great love for her beautiful Lorelai. The young lady stood up, went to the window and kept on reading. The letter was so perfect! The tears started falling on the old yellow paper. Lorelai was absolutely absorbed with it when a suddenly she felt liks=e someone pushed her and she dropped it. The wind blew it away. The girl turned around and saw another spirit. This time it was an old man who whispered “The living room…” and faded away. Shocked, scared, nervous, hardly breathing Lorelai ran down the stairs to the living room. She felt like nothing was real in this moment. She was falling and standing and running again…
She finally reached the living room. There she saw the old mirror with silver frame. Now it looked different. Mist had covered it and slowly a young girl’s figure appeared in the mirror. Lorelai saw her pale, sad, beautiful face.
-I thought you might want to hear my story- she whispered gently.
-Who are you? Are you real? Am I going crazy? –the mistress was really frightened.
-Don’t be scared, Lorelai! – she continued.
-You know my name! How? - Lorelai was thinking there was no one else in the castle and now it turned out she was wrong. Everything was so strange!
-I am a departed soul. I understand your grief.
The lady was now calmer and sat down on the sofa. She looked at the spirit and felt sorry for her because of the pain she could read in its eyes.
– What happened to you? – she asked.
- My story is quiet different from yours but I know what is it like to lose your family. I have been in this mirror for the last 500 to suffer in silence and I think I have finally found peace. You can help yourself by helping me. But now hear my story: My name was Anabella and I used to live in this castle. I was quite rebellious as a child. I hated being told what to do. When I was 16 when my rage reached its highest point. My parents decided to arrange a marriage for me just for the money and status. I was disgusted with this idea. It was a good thing I wanted to protest against it. It was a bad thing, however, that I decided to do it by running away. My parents passed away soon after – mother because of her sorrow and father while looking for me in the woods. I lost all the people I never really cherished and I learned this when I finally got home months later. I made my biggest mistake ever. And it was already too late. Bitterly regretting what I had done I started speaking random incantations until some ancestral spirits showed in front of me. I begged them to help me and they put me in this mirror. They promised me that someday after many years I will cure my broken heart and find harmony, ready to follow the light and go wherever I had to. The spirits you saw are my parents. They will follow me. But before we leave I need someone to take my place in the mirror. You may do it but only if you really want to, Lorelai! Do what your heart tells you to do!
There was no time for hesitation. This was Lorelai’s only chance of getting over her pain. She knew she was going to suffer but she thought she might feel safer and calmer in the mirror. And she desperately wanted to free the spirits. Without saying a single word she put her hand on the mirror and slowly sinked into it. Anabella was finally free. Lorelai was not scared. She was prepared to wait for the next departed soul to come and free her. She wanted to cure her broken heart away from all these sympathizing people. And she wanted to do it this way!
Suddenly she got up. Strong enough to finally stand on her feet she decided to go to the kitchen. Her black velvet dress was crawling after her while she was moving down the stairs. Determination could be read in her eyes. She reached the place and took the sharpest knife without hesitation. Her brave plan was to put end to this painful life-death. But the minute she grabbed the knife a strong power took it and threw it off her hand. It hit the floor melodiously. Shocked and scared Lorelai turned around. Her naturally pale face grew paler. An old white lady was standing there - quite transparent, quite unreal. Obviously a spirit.
-You ought to see her! – it whispered in a silent voice and faded away.
-I ought to what…? – Lorelai was now even more confused.
What happened? Was it just her imagination? Was she dreaming with open eyes? Was she going mad just like the others had predicted? She took the knife and put it back into its place. Who was this woman? And who was this “her” the spirit was reffering to?
Unaware of what was going on, Lorelai felt terror. Seeing no signs of supernatural she decided it must have been imagination and started climbing up the stairs to her bed again. Probably she was weaker than she thought. Probably she was tired and finally needed to get some sleep. Probably she was having visions. Half way to her bedroom she noticed an old locked room. This used to be her mother’s bedroom. She reluctantly put the key into the lock and opened the door. Everything was dusty and dirty. On the bed there were some old papers. Her inner voice was telling her to enter. She immediately rushed to the bed, sat on it and took the papers in her lap. Those were old letters to friends, never sent. Lorelai started reading. They reminded her of various precious memories. But there was one that really touched her heart. It was about her mother’s great love for her beautiful Lorelai. The young lady stood up, went to the window and kept on reading. The letter was so perfect! The tears started falling on the old yellow paper. Lorelai was absolutely absorbed with it when a suddenly she felt liks=e someone pushed her and she dropped it. The wind blew it away. The girl turned around and saw another spirit. This time it was an old man who whispered “The living room…” and faded away. Shocked, scared, nervous, hardly breathing Lorelai ran down the stairs to the living room. She felt like nothing was real in this moment. She was falling and standing and running again…
She finally reached the living room. There she saw the old mirror with silver frame. Now it looked different. Mist had covered it and slowly a young girl’s figure appeared in the mirror. Lorelai saw her pale, sad, beautiful face.
-I thought you might want to hear my story- she whispered gently.
-Who are you? Are you real? Am I going crazy? –the mistress was really frightened.
-Don’t be scared, Lorelai! – she continued.
-You know my name! How? - Lorelai was thinking there was no one else in the castle and now it turned out she was wrong. Everything was so strange!
-I am a departed soul. I understand your grief.
The lady was now calmer and sat down on the sofa. She looked at the spirit and felt sorry for her because of the pain she could read in its eyes.
– What happened to you? – she asked.
- My story is quiet different from yours but I know what is it like to lose your family. I have been in this mirror for the last 500 to suffer in silence and I think I have finally found peace. You can help yourself by helping me. But now hear my story: My name was Anabella and I used to live in this castle. I was quite rebellious as a child. I hated being told what to do. When I was 16 when my rage reached its highest point. My parents decided to arrange a marriage for me just for the money and status. I was disgusted with this idea. It was a good thing I wanted to protest against it. It was a bad thing, however, that I decided to do it by running away. My parents passed away soon after – mother because of her sorrow and father while looking for me in the woods. I lost all the people I never really cherished and I learned this when I finally got home months later. I made my biggest mistake ever. And it was already too late. Bitterly regretting what I had done I started speaking random incantations until some ancestral spirits showed in front of me. I begged them to help me and they put me in this mirror. They promised me that someday after many years I will cure my broken heart and find harmony, ready to follow the light and go wherever I had to. The spirits you saw are my parents. They will follow me. But before we leave I need someone to take my place in the mirror. You may do it but only if you really want to, Lorelai! Do what your heart tells you to do!
There was no time for hesitation. This was Lorelai’s only chance of getting over her pain. She knew she was going to suffer but she thought she might feel safer and calmer in the mirror. And she desperately wanted to free the spirits. Without saying a single word she put her hand on the mirror and slowly sinked into it. Anabella was finally free. Lorelai was not scared. She was prepared to wait for the next departed soul to come and free her. She wanted to cure her broken heart away from all these sympathizing people. And she wanted to do it this way!
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