Hearing footsteps, Hazeh quickly hid the journal and the others under her bed, when she turned back around she saw her mother at the doorway. Her mother looked tired, her pretty face looked worn and she held the cat in her arms loosely, Hazeh noticed all these things but decided to not say anything about it. The cat was licking its paws whilst staring at Hazeh, her mother was still silent at the door.

"Mother?" Hazeh asked uneasily. "Do you need anything?"

"No." Her mother replied blankly, her head slightly nodded.

For the first time Hazeh seemed quite afraid of her mother, she seemed so distant and yet they were in the same room.

"I thought you were cooking?" Hazeh asked, trying to get her mother to snap out of her unfamiliar trance. "Shouldn't you be downstairs?"

"There's someone behind you." Hazeh's mother said.

Hazeh turned around to find only her bed and the poorly hidden door.

"Joking." Her mother whispered and left the room as if nothing happened.

Creeped out was an understatement of what Hazeh was feeling, she decided to talk to her father about it later. Deciding that she had read enough of the strange book for one day, Hazeh felt like she should talk to Jimin before her father. The journal had Jimin's name appear quite a lot, the journal must be his father's, yet again Hazeh's curiosity brought her to the small door. Opening it, after making sure her parents were busy, the familiar darkness welcomed her in.

"You're back!" Someone shouted with glee, Hazeh turned around to see Jimin waving at her. "I've been waiting for ages."

"I have only been gone for a couple hours." Hazeh said, slightly annoyed at the boy's everlasting happiness. "Don't be so impatient."

"I'm sorry," Jimin seemed unhurt from Hazeh's remark. "It has just been such a long time since I spoken to someone that wasn't myself."

"You talk to yourself?" Hazeh laughed bitterly. "That is strange, maybe you should go see a doctor and get checked out."

"You can't talk!"Jimin pouted. "Your whole family, including you, talk to yourselves all the time! At least I talk to myself because there isn't anyone else and not because I'm ignoring the ones I love the most."

"How did you-?"

"You have witnessed it yourself," Jimin started to pace around the mirror. "When you nearly broke a vase, you saw that the mirror wasn't showing what it was meant to."

"That doesn't explain how you are spying on my family and I." Hazeh began tapping her foot. "That is awfully creepy to know someone is watching you like that."

"It's not my fault, I do get bored." Jimin stops pacing and Hazeh stops tapping. "Anyway, the mirror is more of a window than a mirror."

"You live in between the walls?"

"No, I'm not entirely sure where I am." He sits down, Hazeh does the same. "I believe I am stuck in between reality and the afterlife and after watching your parents, I don't think I'm alone."

"What do you mean?" Hazeh felt irritated that a stranger could say such things to her. "Are you telling me my parents are dead?"

"Look," Jimin sighs. "I've been here for years and yet I'm still not sure what has happened to me, I don't have all the answers."

"What even happened to you for you to be stuck in a mirror?" Hazeh asked before she could stop herself.

"Well," Jimin was taken back by her sudden question. "You don't like to cut the corners do you? You're just like my father, straight to the point and never considers others feelings."

"Excuse me?" Hazeh stood, she had never been spoken to like that before. "How dare you speak to me in such a manner, no wonder your mother went looney if she had such a rude son like yourself!"

The light turned off and Hazeh stood in darkess, but this darkness felt sad instead of welcoming.

"Get out." Someone whimpered. "I said get out!"

Not knowing what Jimin could do, Hazeh quickly scrambled out of the room and into her bedroom. Instantly, she felt guilty. She knew she had gone too far, her instincts overthrew her conscience and made her say such things to the nice boy. Only her father had spoken to her like that, in her old town everyone had deep respect for her father so Hazeh was respected too. Hazeh felt horrible, she knew how she acted resembled of a spoilt child's. If she went back in the small room her pride would be on the line but if she didn't her new friendship would be down the drain. It wouldn't be the first time Hazeh had ruined a type of relationship with someone, her emotionless acts made everyone around her think she didn't care, but in fact she had cared too much.

Mumbling to herself, Hazeh ventured back into the small room, prepared for what Jimin might do to make her leave again. The light didn't turn back on so Hazeh was swallowed whole by the sad darkness.

"Jimin?" Hazeh weakly called, her voice echoed. "Please, I didn't mean to say any of those things. I am truly sorry, please, accept my apology."

Hazeh left the room to find her phone low on battery, so she lit a candle and brought it into the room.

"Jimin?" She called again, carefully walking aimlessly next to the mirrors, searching for Jimin with the candle. "Please, let me apologise properly."

Hearing a quiet sniff, Hazeh walked to the corner of the room to find Jimin in the room, his knees tucked into his chest with his arms tightly wrapped around them. His head was resting on his knees, it didn't take a genius to know he was crying.

"Jimin?" Hazeh said more gently as she sat down quietly next to him, the candle still in her hands. "Please, don't cry.. when I see others cry I begin too. I don't think either of us want to see that."

Jimin laughed a little, which made Hazeh smile a little, but he didn't move from his position.

"I don't know what came over me," Hazeh explained. "I didn't mean to be so nasty, I must have looked so arrogant."

Jimin didn't move.

"The thing is, it's hard for me to let people get close to me." Hazeh began. "Every time I begin to finally learn to love someone they either leave or die, so to protect myself I make sure no one tries to get close. It's stupid and selfish, but I don't think I have enough mental strength for someone else to leave me again."

Jimin's face looked up, his eyes were red raw, his cheeks stained with tears and his hair was a mess. He sniffed but didn't say anything.

"What I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry for being so immature," Hazeh drew in a breath. "And that I didn't consider your feelings before my own."

"I'm sorry," Jimin said, making Hazeh jump. "I didn't mean to snap, it's just that I've been trying to forget about my parents and you brought all the memories back all at once."

"I promise to never bring it up again." Hazeh promised. "I will not ask about your past either."

"One day I will tell you everything.." Jimin's voice wavered.

"But today is not that day?"

"Yes," Jimin smiled slightly. "I know that you can get very curious, so thank you for understanding."

"You never told me how you can watch my family and I," Hazeh decided to change the conversation to get Jimin to feel better. "It's quite cool you can do that."

"Well, this is what I think," Jimin began to explain, he sat cross-legged and his excitement was bubbling. "The mirrors show another dimension, when you were playing with the vase, the mirror was actually showing my dimension, not yours. You said I am in a mirror, right? Well, to me you're the one in the mirror, but every time someone moves into the house it hurts to be outside this room for too long so I don't really leave, I also can't leave this house. In all other mirrors but this one I am invisible, that's why you can't see me in other mirrors around the house. Unfortunately, because my mother painted over some of the mirrors I can't see everything, for example, I can't see into your room because you don't have any mirrors."

"But how come I can still see my reflection in the mirrors?"

"It's only a ghost of yourself," Jimin smiled. "So, pretty much a reflection."

"Doesn't it get lonely?"

"Incredibly," Jimin sighed sadly. "You're actually the first person that's found this room, I haven't met anyone for years, only watched from afar."

"Do you try to creep people out?" Hazeh asked too happily. "And pretend the house is haunted?"

"No," Jimin's face turned serious. "That could scar people for life, it would ruin people's lives."

"I'd think that would be quality entertainment considering you don't have much to do." Hazeh looked at the candle, that was melting slowly onto the small disc it was stood upon. "It's what I'd do if I was stuck in a mirror."

"That's pretty evil," Jimin laughed, his laughter filling the room, the lights turned on. "At least I'm the one stuck and you aren't."