Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. As another freezing drop of water hit her darkly painted eyelids they fluttered open to reveal the poisonous emerald eyes behind. In a pathetic crumpled heap on the shining marble floor was the sad remainder of a girl. At first glance it would appear that the poor thing was dead. Tangled ebony hair fell messily over half of her dead expressionless face, her lifeless body completely still with no sign off the steady rhythmic movement that any living, breathing being should have in their chest. But the girl wasn't dead. Not in this world. In fact she was very much alive in those very moments. Those rather grim moments when she was just simply...sleeping. But now she had rose from that slumber, risen by the dripping of the water droplets from the extremely high up ceiling. She panicked at first scrambling to prop herself up, feeling the damp sensation of the floor beneath her against her icy cold skin, no clue in her mind to where she was. Where was she? The living corpse stumbled to her feet. She staggered as a searing pain pulsed through her; the type of pain one can't imagine feeling. The girl screamed out as it got more and more intense until finally it was too much and she crumpled back to the ground. Brushing her hair out of her face she stared up. What stared back at her was a beautiful girl of about sixteen with charcoal black hair, skin as pale as an angel's wings, peircing toxic green eyes, ruby red lips and midnight black eye makeup. She wore a torn black dress and nothing on her feet. There was blood dotted on her face. Suddenly it came to her who this girl was as she noted that they both moved in unison and glancing down at herself she discovered that she wore the same dress as her. It was a mirror she gazed into. She looked around to see there were mirrors everywhere. A hall of mirrors that she was trapped in. A sense of sudden alarm coursed through her. Ignoring the sharp pain she clambered to het feet and sprinted. Twisting and turning around around corners, slipping on the wet floor, smashing into the cold hard glass, the little shards of broken mirror stabbing into her, the crimson trails of blood creeping over her snow white skin. She was soon tangled in her own steps and collapsed, tears beaded in her eyes and questions spinning in her head. Where was she? Why was she here? What the hell was giving her so much pain? Who was she? Slowly she grew weaker and weaker until she drifted back into the salvation of deep sleep.
"Violet! Wake up! Wake up!" With I protesting groan I friendly opened my eyes and was instantly dazed by the morning light. My mother was frantically hurrying around my room, grabbing clothes. "It's your first day back, Violet. You're already late!" I scrambled out of my warm bed and glanced at digitize on my clock. 9:00. Damn it, I was late. It was already starting to look like this term was going to be exactly the same as the last. As quickly as I possibly I got ready for school. But my mind was on other things. That dream I had the night before. It was similar to the others. What do they mean? My mum was already waiting in the drivers seat when I got down to the car. We made the short journey to the school in silence. She was obviously mad at me. Nothing different there then. My mother had raised me on her own and I had no idea to the identity of my father. Then she met Steve. I hated him with a passion. He wasn't a good guy, he couldn't stand me and he made it so obvious that he was cheating on my mother. Despite my best efforts she refused to listen to me and got angry at me, accusing me of making up lies to get rid of him. Then my grades started to drop in school. This only made her even more annoyed to the point that we rarely speak anymore. Her cherry red Beetle slowly drew to a halt and I glanced out the window at the asylum that they all called school.