Breanna's Short Story: Alex And The Mirror

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“It’s …coming…from…the…mirror,” Breanna stated as her voice slowly forced itself out between her chapped colorless lips allowing itself to be heard. She looked up at me and through the dimmed room I could make out her soft teary blue eyes. I began to feel really bad about allowing her to come when I knew how dangerous places like this are. I was soon jerked out of my thinking when a cold gust of wind blew between me and the mirror. “I know.” I replied nodding my head in favor of her statement. Although everything sane about me said to bolt out the front door and find the cops I stayed, and willed every ounce of my devotion to giving everything I had to find Alex and Grey. I knew Bree wanted to leave so instead of upsetting her and giving

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