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Summary: It was early (7:10am on Tuesday to be exact), I was on the train to school with a page of comics. One comic showed two old men holding mirrors up to each other and so I thought, When you have two mirrors facing each other, there's this sort of tunnel you see (although its obscured by you), so what would be at the end of that tunnel? So half an hour later, one cup of coffee emptier and I was done. Now I know why I shouldn't write in the morning, everything turns out so dark (I'm not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination, I need at least 2 cups of java before I'm happy).

[There is an alternate ending if anyone's interested]

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I told you to trust me, now I know you were right to have your doubts. I should've listened, we should never have come. You knew there was something wrong about that place, the room of mirrors, but I just had to know. I had to know, what lies at the end of the tunnel we saw, the one in the mirrors. The room was forbidden and for good reason apparently. As soon as I gazed deep within the tunnel I was taken inside.

But where are you? Why am I all alone in this strange place. I can't see properly, everything I hear is a jumbled mess, but the worst thing about this is that when I turn around I can still see the tunnel.

I've already tried to leave through it but I always end up colliding with something, the back of a mirror I suppose.

I've noticed when someone walks by the end, the whispers around me get louder, almost as if they were excited. Perhaps that's how to leave, trade one person for another; I don't like that thought. I am beginning to worry what traded places with me.

There are more people at the other end now. They seem to be fussing over something on the floor. Is it the thing that used me to escape?

The men seem to be worried too, they know what's at the end of the mirror tunnel. Oh, I wish you were here and I wasn't all alone. Where did you go? Why didn't you follow me?

Some of the men are picking up something, it looks heavy. I'm moving closer, maybe if they see me, recognize me, they can help me leave. I don't belong here, I belong with you.

I'm at the back of the mirror again but no one will look at me, they are all watching the men carry the large black bag away. I guess that explains why you aren't with me; you're dead, aren't you? And now I'm really alone, alone with the insane voices, trapped until the end.

What really is at the end of the tunnel of mirrors? I guess we shouldn't ask.

Oooh, I like it. Alternate ending? Please? *Puppy-dog eyes*