Meredith used her staff to lever the remaining glass out of the mirrors frame, as she did so, she heard the other two boys talking. She opened her mouth to explain her actions.
I-... she murmured, but she was rudely interrupted by Scott.
Before she could even get a word in edgeways, both boys had called her crazy and left the mirror house. Meredith frowned and spread the broken glass shards across the floor. Fine then, let them think she was crazy. When the next group of students came into the mirror house, their shoes would cause the little shards to clink. And if they walked barefoot, they would have nothing to protect them from the sharp glass below.
Inwardly, she hoped that Scott would slice his hand on the glass piece he stole from her mirror house. Maybe after he fed his blood to the mirror, he would learn his own reflection could hurt and hurt him badly, just like her own reflection had hurt her when she saw it in the eyes of her peers.
I am Pandora, the reflection that remains after reality turned hollow. She murmured to nobody in particular, Perhaps the reflection will dissolve in the light. Perhaps it will not and become the reality.
The sentence didnt make sense, but Meredith wasnt looking to make any sense. She was looking to calm herself down, to feel better about things. Being gothy brought some sense of normalcy back into her situation. It was familiar to her and it comforted her. She bent down and gingerly picked up the notebook from the wreckage on the floor, shaking the glass off it as she did so. The pen was unharmed and the notebook wasnt damaged.
She reached for the doorknob, but pulled her hand back as a loud squeal from the loudspeakers startled her. Meredith stood stock still, listening numbly as lists of the dead were read out. As quick as she could, she scribbled the names and causes of death as Danya read them out. Then, she pulled out her map and, using the notebook as a base, carefully drew crosses on the new danger zones.
The beast roars after he has fed. The beast will get no satisfaction from me today. She growled back at the loudspeakers.
Meredith thrust the notebook into an inner pocket of in her big cape-like vinyl coat, opened the door and stepped out, squinting, into the sunshine.
((Meredith continued on in Death at a Funeral
. This thread is now CLOSED.))
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