There was one mirror in front of me. I walked over to it, and once I became close enough to see the details on my face, the mirror shattered. Then, many more became more visible.
Directly to my left was an opening for me to walk into. I made my way down this long hallway of mirrors, and there was a dead end. I turned around and saw someone standing there. The closer I got, the more I came to realize that I was looking at a reflection.
I stopped in my tracks, and only moments later, it started walking towards me. I immediately started backing up until I reached a wall. Suddenly, it picked up its pace and started charging at me.
I reached for my wand, but I realized that I didn't have it on me. As the reflection came closer to me, I realized that it was a version of me that looked zombified.
I reached into my pocket and pulled a branch out. I threw it away and tried my hardest to walk into the mirror behind me. Conveniently, my hand slipped through, and I was able to walk inside of it.
Once I slipped through, I was in the same hall, but this time, there wasn't a dead end. However, the other me was still running after me. I continued to the end of the hall and met a crossroads of intersecting halls. I had no time to choose one, so I just went with my instincts and ran straight.
The more I ran, the more I noticed that I was running in a loop of some sort. No matter how straight I ran, I would always end up at the same crossroads.
My other self caught up to me, so I ran off again. This time, I used the left and ended up inside a massive room that consisted of mirrors in all directions.
I thought to myself, "What would grandmother do?"
I saw an opening and ran to it. To my surprise, I ran into a mirror and busted my nose. I backed off and hit another wall that knocked me off balance.
From above me, my other self was reaching down and clawing me on my shoulder. This forced me into a mirror that fell into a dark room.
The only thing that I could see were red eyes in all directions. I began to panic once more and reached for my wand. But yet again, I pulled out of this stupid branch. I tossed it away before shouting, "Leave me alone!"
They started laughing at a confused me. I looked around, and a black light gleamed across the room. I looked around and saw them walking up to me in a ghoulish manner. I looked ahead of me, and in the rear of them was the main one.
Then I thought about what my grandmother told me, "You're the strongest kid I know. I believe in you. You can do this."
I locked eyes with the main one and said, "You will get out of my head. And you will leave me alone."
He chuckled and said, "You cannot stop me. You're not strong enough, boy."
"This is my domain. You are done here," I said as I pulled my wand out.
I raised my wand above me, and a pentagram conjured beneath me. I could hear him say, "Impossible. He shouldn't know any of my spells."
I dropped my hand, and the room went dark. All I could hear was him screaming.
I woke up in the middle of the air and soon fell to the ground. Professor Vendetta then asked, "Kid, are you there?" I stood to my feet and said, "I'm here, Sir." I smiled at him and then added, "I think I won."
He looked at me and said, "Mr. Williams, your hand is smoking." I looked down, and shockingly, a pentagram was being branded into my palm. There was no pain, just confusion all across the room.
The stranger said, "If you made it out, Kalon, this means you should've imprisoned the other one in that seal. It can only break out if someone or you break that seal."
All I could do was stare at it. It was like having a tattoo. "What now?" I asked moments later. Mr. Vendetta replied, "We go back to the school, and you get some rest."
I lay in my bed twiddling my wand and thought about what happened. I couldn't help but think about why I kept pulling out that damned branch and not my wand. Then, why was it so hard for me to control my mind? I understand that there was someone else inside of me, but that's irrelevant. It's my mind.
Could it be because of my emotions? And on top of it all, I forgot about my family. How are they reacting to this information? Especially my sister. I mean, I technically killed her twin.
I could feel anger building up within me. But it wasn't my anger. All I could do was sleep. My only choice was to deal with these consequences in the morning.