Mirror: Chapter 5
CutOut Mar 31st, 2019 (edited) 102 Never
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- Alita stared at the ceiling of her bedroom.
- Although painted in cheerful colors it was currently dreary, because she had shut out all the light she could. Only in oppressive darkness could Alita fall asleep.
- If she couldn't see, then she couldn't see how unhappy she was.
- After glancing at the full-length mirror, she remembered she turned it to face the wall.
- A gentle rapping on her door startled her. She didn't answer.
- Go away Ido. I can't. Not right now.
- Another knock.
- "Alita? It's Adem."
- Oh, this is so much worse.
- "Can I open the door?"
- "Right, ah, I'll do this through the door then. Ido told me what happened between you and Hugo--"
- Damn it, dad. Don't do that.
- Her fists curled in frustration.
- "--and I want to apologize for studying your fighting techniques without asking first."
- She clenched her jaw and then followed up by covering her mouth with her hand.
- Shut up, Adem. What do you know? I don’t want to cry again. Just shut up. Shut. Up.
- “So, I’m sorry.”
- She waited for his footfall to indicated he left.
- You apologized, now scram!
- “My sister is coming over later for lunch. She’s one of your fans and looks up to you. So, if you’re not busy--”
- “I’m busy,” she blurted then squeezed her eyes shut. She came off much ruder than she wanted.
- “I see. Motorball and stuff?”
- “Yeah, motorball and stuff. I… accept your apology.”
- “Okay, well, don’t hide in a dark room too much. You might turn into a vampire.”
- She let out a single giddy laugh, despite her misty eyes, before squashing the rest.
- You happy moron.
- That single laugh felt like a life preserver, keeping her afloat. Instead of sobbing, she let herself lay still. An hour later she got up, dressed, and tiptoed down the hall.
- The scraping of silverware on ceramic plates filled the house, accompanied by pleasant conversation.
- Right, lunch.
- Adem noticed her first, but he didn’t say anything to draw attention. For a moment she felt like a little girl again, sneaking down to the clinic when she first woke up in Ido’s house.
- Is he letting me leave?
- Ido picked up on the missing beat in the conversation, followed Adem’s line of sight, and then noticed Alita.
- “Good morning, sleepy head.”
- So much for escaping. But it’s not like I’m actually trapped, right?
- A blonde teenage girl stepped unsteadily into view, with a lower body replaced with slender cyborg legs.
- “It’s her! Number 99! Alita!”
- An instant later the blonde latched onto Alita in a hug.
- “I’m your biggest fan! Can I have your autograph!”
- Never mind. I’m trapped.
- "Alita," her father said, "Meet Sarah."
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