I woke up in the woods, not a single soul in sight, not an animal, a bug, or even a person. All deserted, except for the trees that covered the magical looking forest. The sound of the leafs when the wind roared was the only thing keeping me in reality.

Nothing was normal, but the most strange thing was a mirror in the middle of a somewhat acre of trees and rocks, an ancient looking mirror. It looked so out of place that I’ve found sympathy for it, being where it doesn’t belong.

I’d try to move it but it’s just so pretty to look at—its hypnotizing, there’s no reflection of myself in it, but a vision to a happier ending, a beautiful garden full of flowers that symbolize life and color, there sits a woman with a child in her arms, singing a song I haven’t heard ever since I was 6

“Come on let’s go home,

Where I can give you all my love,

Come on let’s go home,

Before the devil starts to come,

Come on let’s go home,

Where he won’t be as strong,

Come on let’s go home,

Dream about what you want to become,

Come on let’s go home,

Before the devil starts to come”

The song finished and so did the sight of a possible future—well, not so possible now.

I tried to go home, go in all directions

I. Want. To. Go. Home

But I couldn’t, and devil would come.

The mirror turned black, but that didn’t stop me from seeing the reflection of who was behind me.

The devil had come.