Hello there! Anyone? *crickets* Anyway. . .this is a re-write of A Mirror And A Rose which was, to be honest, awful. Pretty much none of the original story remains. There'll be more in-depth details (about which I doubt you care) later.


It was a dreary day, not at all like it had promised to be when I'd left the house. I sighed and put my camera back into it's case before starting the half mile hike back to my car. So much for working on my photography. Since I'd graduated last month I had nothing but time on my hands which inevitably caused boredom and drove me from the house.

Rain started falling gently as I pulled out onto the gravel road and headed towards home. It had been unseasonably rainy recently and I hoped dearly another flash flood didn't pop up. At least, not until I was safely home. The rain quickly turned the road to a mess, making it nearly impossible for my little car to make any headway.

"Come on Cavi," I coaxed "just a wee bit farther and we'll be on pavement."

The car gave a violent kick, which meant whatever I was doing was taking too much power. Normally this only happened on random hills but I was driving down a perfectly flat patch of road.

"Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Come on Cavi, don't do this to me. You know I don't have an umbrella!" I started rubbing the dash as if it would help. "Please baby, don't die on me."

I spotted a paved road just ahead but I was afraid I wouldn't even make it there. By the time I finally made it there I was about ready to put my foot out and push. I gladly gave in to my car's demands and pulled off into the parking lot of an abandoned church to wait out the storm.

I was right along side a frequently used country road, so I shouldn't have been shocked to see a beat up red car flying toward me. The rain had ended and I was eager to get out of my stuffy car. Just as I shut the car door I heard a screech of tires on wet pavement. I whipped my head around and really wished I hadn't. That beat up red car was trying desperately to stop before the curve in the road where my car was parked.

I didn't get a chance to scream before I blacked out.