Hall of Mirrors

Can you hear that, anyone?
I am following the sound of tears.
Were are they coming from, I wonder?1

I walk along a long hollow hallway lined with rooms.
Rooms blocked off by diaphanous doors.
I can see in, but without the knobs to turn, cannot enter.2

I continue on past empty rooms, the sobbing growing louder as I walk.
A movement from one of the doorways, freezing me.
I look in to see a memory come to life and it robs me of all breath.
The air knocked from my lungs and I fall backwards. Pulling myself
upright, I begin to run for the safety of my soul. Running past room
upon room full of years of painful memories. I run blindly toward
the sound of those haunted tears.3

I see the end of the horrid corridor. Not an exit, just an end and one final door. The weeping now so loud, I slow to a crawl with hands upon my ears in an attempt to block it out. I am hurting inside for the sound of those haunting sobs are gut-wrenching and full of pain. I finally come to a stop. This is it, the last door.4

I gaze through in horror at what's lying on the floor. She slowly turns and stares at me. She is sobbing and in horrible pain. I beat against the door until it crashes only to find another door hidden by a broken mirror.5

Shaking and crying, I swallow once to catch my breath. Grasping the knob of this final door, I give it a turn. To my shocked horror, I find a girl of only three, lost, broken, and bleeding. Ever so tenderly I pick her up and hold her close, murmuring reassurance in her ears. She looks me in the eyes and sighs, "You finally found me," she says as she vanishes.6

I am left only to discover I am alone and trembling with my arms wrapped around myself standing in front of my broken mirror. Bleeding from the inside out.

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  • Riftkin
    November 24, 2008
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    glad I was to read this, thank you for entering my contest.

    Riftkin


  • WaterBottle
    November 16, 2008
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    Nice........

    This short story was dark and captivating. I'm guessing the character discovered a broken part of herself through the last door. I like the style of your writing, it has fluidity.
    You only have one typo--sorry for being a pain--it's in the first paragraph. You wrote "were" instead of "Where". I know it was an honest mistake.=)