White

Please be aware: This story has descriptions that some readers may find disturbing.

With a single loud bang and scream, the mirror cracked and it was all over. There was nothing. Around me, there was nothing. Nothing but the thick fog and deep cold of the outside world. Today was just another day in hell. I woke up to find myself in sweats, only to look outside and see the world covered in a blanket of fog. Shuffling out of the bed, I set each of my feet upon the colder laminate flooring and steady myself upward. In my vest and boxer shorts, the chilling breeze of no origin seems to have made its way around me, reminding me that I am not welcome within this obscene and horrific world. I did not know where I was, and I did not know who I was. All that I knew was what I felt, and all that I felt was hatred, anger and misery, without even seeing anything. Around me, in this room, is nothing. A clean white room, with simple, but empty drawers. Behind me was the bed I was just sleeping upon, but oddly was already made and stonecold. I didnt hear anything and I didnt know anything for sure, but this world didnt like me. I made my way to the bedroom door and as I reached out for the handle, the echo of a child's laughter came from outside the house. I felt compelled to investigate, and so I did. Grabbing the handle of the door, I swung it open, ran as fast as I could across the landing, down the stairs and out the main front door ahead of me, as if I was running from some horrific being. I made it out of the front door, but as soon as my foot hit the outside pavement, all I could hear was screaming. I covered my ears as tightly as I could, but within a blink, the house I was sleeping in disappeared, into the fog. The screaming stopped abruptly. Slight moans and groans came from within the fog slightly ahead of me. I began to approach the noises, very cautiously. I didnt know what to make of them, until I stepped a little closer. There, on the floor, was a woman in a scorched and still lit white dress. Her skin was badly burnt and was still burning. Her skin was slightly flaking as the seconds passed. The fumes from the combustion stank of overscented charcoal and basic liquid smoke. She didnt scream, nor did she move erratically. With slight twitchs and the moan of pain occasionally, the woman was obviously in intense agony, but had been unable to express it. Within her hand was a small mirror. Her head turned to face me quickly as I spotted the mirror. The hand holding it raised up toward me, as if she wanted me to take it. A slight few seconds passed, with me frozen on the spot. Then, with a quick decision, I decided to take it. As soon as I touched the mirror, the woman's body and her suit evaporated into thick gray-white dust, with a very loud and disturbing scream.    
   
The mirror was now mine, but incredibly, I felt worse. As if this world hated me all the more and that there were horrifying creatures behind me. I didnt have the guts to turn around, but then I realised I had a mirror. Slowly I brought it upwards toward my face, then turning the mirror side towards me. The person in the mirror was me. It had to be. Then the image began to burn.. my face in the reflection was lightly on fire and my skin began to flake off. With a single loud bang and scream, the mirror cracked and it was all over. There was nothing. Around me, there was nothing. Nothing but the thick fog and deep cold of the outside world. Today was just another day in hell.