"He's coming for you"
These are the words that constantly plague Miranda Evahearts mind. A young detective whose sole purpose in life , is to uncover the truth behind her mother's 'accidental' accident .
However , as Miranda ventures into the mirror...
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"Randa ! " Randa wake up !
Tiffany's sweet voice filtered through Mirandas ears , silently coaxing her awake .
"Five more minutes Tiffany ."moaned Miranda , causing a giggle to escape Tiffanys throat .
Wait a minute ! Tiffany ! As In her best friend !
Mirandas eyes snapped open . Chocolate orbs eagerly searching for her best friend . She rubbed her eyes , unable to believe that her friend was actually here , praying that this was not a dream . But this was no illusion or dream . Tiffany sat next to her. As real as day . Her very real hand gently resting on Mirandas shoulder .
Without thinking twice , Miranda leapt into Tiffany's arms ,desperate for a hug . Craving the normalacy that only her best friend could provide .
"Easy there redhead ."giggled Tiffany . " I missed you too , but its only been an hour since I last saw you . "
An hour ! But how could that be ? Surely she was gone for longer than that ? And how did she get out ?
"Randa , are you okay. You seem shaken . You are as white as a sheet and you are trembling . I tried calling your house phone several times but there was no answer . So I called your cell and you picked up sounding extremely stressed . You were crying and asked me to rush over . So I did and I was alarmed when I found you passed out on the floor . Are you sure everythings okay ?"
Tiffany gazed at her expectantly , awaiting an answer . An answer that Miranda did not have . Was she okay ? Most definitely not . Besides what was she to tell Tiffany . 'Hey Tiff . Nope I'm terrible . I just found out that I'm a Griffin Hunter and I hunt for jewels . Last night I was trapped in a tiny jewel and was chased by a monster before collapsing in a hurricane that spoke to me . Oh and a lady lives behind my mirror , guarding a massive library . Did I also mention that we are all gonna die . "
Ya , so not going to happen . Her best friend would consider her crazy and her insane talk would only lead her to the asylum .
"I'm okay Tiff . I think Im just stressed out from work . Honestly I don't even remeber calling you . But thanks for coming anyway . "
"Chill . You don't have to thank me Randa . Besides that's what friends are for...right . Now why don't you clean up and maybe we can order something for dinner ."
"Sounds great!" Miranda replied . Desperately hoping that the smile plastered on her face seemed genuine.
"Let me freshen up and I'll meet you in the kitchen "
Miranda slowly got to her feet . Her balance unsteady as she made her way to the bathroom. Splashing water on her face , she stared at her reflection . Tiff Was right . She did look terrible . Black rings circled her bloodshot eyes . Her cheeks were puffy and slightly bruised and her sweaty mane clung to her scalp .
Her heart still raced from her recent nightmare and Miranda wondered if it was just a nightmare . Probably she fell of to sleep in the Equinox and imagined the whole thing . But the dream felt too real . And that explanation didn't account for the bruises that lay hidden beneath her clothing or for the soil that sat beneath her nails .
What was going on lately ? She felt as if she was losing her mind . Even if the nightmare was real , how did she escape ? And where was the jewel ?
She hoped that Tiffany didn't think was insane . Hell, even Miranda was questioning her sanity . She studied her face once more . She could use concealer to hide the slight bruising but her muscles still ached from her marathon and her body was exhausted .
All she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and sleep the night away , hopefully In a dreamless slumber but Tiffany was here and after almost being cut off from civilisation , whether it being a dream or not , she decided to indulge and maybe she could have the Friday evening that she wanted . One without sweaty under arms, pounding hearts or grotesque monsters trailing her every footstep
