"Thanks? Thanks for what?" asked the girl. "For at least saying something to me. I thought people didn't talk to new studet," lillian said with a plain face. puzled the girl said," no one talks to me and no one sits next to me. not since SHE died." "Since who died?" lilian asked. But just then the teacher decided to start the lesson.
Once class ended Lillian went to lucnch and sat next to the girl with the glasses. "You didn't answer my question," Lilian said. "What question?" said the girl. " Who died?" lilian said taking a bite outta a sanwich. " The girl just looked down and didn't speak for a long time. " Her name as Abigal. She was my sister...she was murdered in the class over three years ago," the girl said tears coming from her eyes. "oh i'm so sorry. Um...what's your name anyways?" asked lillian. "Marchet...but just call Mar plz. " she said whiping tears from her eyes. " Okay Mar. Why don't people sit next to you anymore?" anked lillian curious of the murder and Mar's life. " They think i killed her," said Mar." They think i killed her because i was jealous. She had eerything i didn't. but they didn't know that i was happy with what i had. it didn't matter what happened. What she had didn't matter to me because she was my sister."
" i see. Have you tried to find the killer?" asked lillian. "Of course i have but all evidence points to me!!" Mar said. " oh why is that??" " i Was first on the scene before someone called the police" said Mar. "And i'm not aloud to look at the profile of the murder."
2-12-2290
The glass feels as if it wants to dull. The room has become silet for a while. the pounding has stopped. i tried to leave the room throught the door this time. No luck. it seems to be lock on the other side. It's strange really. Back in the real world my door locks from the inside. What is this world? And more importantly where is this world???
2-15-2290
The vines have grown and are at the window sill now. i'm worried if my family will notice that the mirror has dulled since i left. Because it has dulled on this side. But i'm sure they are sill searching for me elsse where.
2-17-2290
Some help me. Contact my family. Tell them to smash the glass or anything because the vines are getting closer. I've had to stray away from the north wall. and it seems to try to get closer to e. it's starting to grow vines on the easten wall. almost like it's trying to surround me. I'm afraid.
2-18-2290
The hour has past and the eastern wall is almost completly cover with vines. I'm so afraid. The pounding on the wall has started up again and i'm worried. i think that who ever wants to get in doesn't have the key. So now the question in my head sounds "are you trying to save me?"
1-19-2290
I guess life beyond my looking glass is different. It wasn't what i picture. It was the complete opposite. But i gues that happens._
1-24-2290
writing my last log entry i knew i was't coming back. But i was still some how able to keep writing from this side of the glass seemed impossible but i was able to doit.
2-03-2290
it seems like a short while since i've written but it's been quite a while. the glass will not allow me to return and so i fear being invisble. I though of the glass as an escape but yet i go no where. My parents have brought police and searched eveywhere and yet they have not yet found me.i fear for my parents. and my life. For the outter walls seem to evelope me in pure darkness.
2-04-2290
here it has only been an hour. but on the screen it says it's the next day. I fear i will grow old here. I will shrivle up like a spounge. My family still searches for me.And now there are scratches at my door in this world. It....what ever it is wants to get in.I'm not going to be able to survive for much longer.Black vines have been appearing on the walls. And the pulse like a heart beat.
2-09-2290
i was able to sleep for awhile but the scratching has turned to pounds and i finally tried to leave the room. I tried to leave through the window. yet i should not have atempted. There was a brick wall.
"I wonder why they decided to find me, it's been too long for them to come find me." said Lillian to herself. With in a couple of days she made it to a small city that had the basic schooling and what she needed. "Hope they don't find me, i don't like taking my shit in a hurry," she said as she walked to a near by hotel. AShe decides to stay there for a couple of days and get a home that will be hers, at least for a little while.
"Boys and girls, this is a new student. Her name is Lillian Cruz," said the teacher. " Very nice to meet all of you," said lillian. She changed and as settled. Even though she new that she might be needing to move again within a coupole of days she decided to at least attend school there. Students looked at her as she walked to the open seat next to the girl with the glasses."Oh my god! she's gonna die if she sits there. quick someone tell her," one of the students whispered. But lillian already sat down. the girl slowly turned her head and said," What brings you to Pure water High." then nothing eles happened."Thanks." said lillian.
"Ummm...mommy?*yawn*" said Nat in a very sleepy voice."Mommy?" Nat gets up and feels for the wall. walking towards his mothers room he begins to feel cold."Mommy? Where are you? Mommy," sound almost desperate, Nat had a slight quiver in his throught. 'What's that smell' Nat thought as he walked. Then he stopped. His feet felt wet. But he soon began walking.
Nat thought i was just water spilt on the ground so he didn't care at first. but then his feet hit something cold. He slowly bent down and touched what felt like a body. Confused he continued to feel the strange figure. "Oh god...no please god...," na said as he felt the body. A body he knew very well. it was his mother. Her hair soaked in a strange liquid. " Momma!! Mommy!! please get up!!! PLEASE," nat just continued to scream this over and over again but nothing had happend. nothing at all. he was afraid. he thought maybe his mother would wake up but so far she just layed there. And Nat cried over his mother's lifeless body. his world soon feel as if it was blood soaked and cold. Like the corpse of his mother before him.