Victim: Zara

This is a short story. Zara has been feeling unloved and neglected for so long... And barely anyone cares about her to this day.

[Date: December 2nd, 1896 // Night when Sabrina was cloned]
(all Zara's P.O.V)

     EVERYTHING was dark... No light.... Only darkness.

     I somehow existed in a mindscape for a few seconds before awakening to a basement. I had no control over anything, it was someone else.
I couldn't talk.
Couldn't move.
But yet, I could see and hear everything. I had no idea who the man was, only that he looked somewhat familiar to me: brown hair and emerald-green eyes. I soon realized that I was a part of a clone. Only to be heard in her mind. There was another one, similar, but was taller than the girl, and they had the same appearance: ebony hair, pale white skin, and brown eyes. Sisters. The girl took one look into a nearby mirror, and my gaze moved along with hers. Her reflection was different than what she actually looked like, the reflection showed: One silver eye, one brown eye, blond hair, and pale-white skin. Yet, it had the same facial structure.

Was that... Me?

Soon, everything started to flicker, as well as my vision. I was being sucked into the mirror! I screamed, but the girl and her sister were the only ones that heard me.
     And it wasn't long before I was trapped in the Mirror Realm, where the only way to look out, it seems, is through a mirror-portal. I tried to go through the one I came in, but I couldn't. It was like a solid wall. There was a spiral staircase that seems to lead to a large platform. I ascended up the stairs to the platform, and a white bed was there, as well as a small dresser and a bear plush. I sat against the bed and bawled my eyes out.

I soon learned, that in the Mirror Realm...

No one can hear you scream...

And no one can hear your cries