It’s
6’o clock and I am not ready, meant to be out at 6.30pm. A night on the tiles,
just what the doctor ordered. Right let’s get ready. I look in to the mirror:
my skin looks soft and shiny. I look away for a second to get my foundation and
I glance back in the mirror to find a face which is no longer sickly and soft
but wrinkled and old. Her eyes look dull and sad, with large circles underneath
her eyes. She looks so fragile. She turns away from the mirror. I press my hand
against the mirror and it disappears though and I feel myself drawn to this
woman so I enter the rest of my body through the mirror. I am now in this huge bedroom with flowery
paper and it has a bay window with a grey rocking chair. There sits the lady,
looking out of the window and I can see sand and sea. She looks away from it
and looks straight at me.
“Please
sit, Emma.”
She
can see me and she knows my name but I do what she asks, there is something
particular about her. I feel like I know
her from somewhere.
“I
have been waiting for you to arrive”
“Who
are you, do I know you?”
Before
she answers I smell salt and seaweed. I look up and we are now sitting on the beach. The chair
I sit on is now white with a weird
design on it and the table in
front of me with the same pattern and
she sits opposite me pouring us a drink which looks like Pimms
“Do
you not know who I am?.”
“No
but I feel like I know you”
She
reaches out and touches my hand it feels rough, dry and wrinkly. I feel a
shiver go up my back .I look at her hand
and she has a white, gold ring with diamonds on her wedding finger and a ring
shaped like a bee, which is sliver with two stones missing. I lift my left hand
up and our rings our identical and there are also scars on her hand in the same
place as mine.
“Don’t
be scared I am your older self and I have come to warn you of something that is
going to happen in years’ time”.
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